Friday, March 01, 2013
Five Minute Friday: Ordinary
Linking up with Lisa-Jo for five minutes of loveliness in the chaos of the day....
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
This week's prompt is: Ordinary.
My ordinary is early alarms, stumbly mornings, eyes rubbed and showers jumped into.
My ordinary is "Please may can I....", "Miss Thornley you said....", "Can I move my peg up?", "May we have a joke, please?"
My ordinary is the scent of coffee tickling my nose, the sugary icing on a birthday cupcake, the clink of a wine glass.
My ordinary is kitty-cats, sneaking through doors, fur on my clothes.
My ordinary is the punch of the keys, the metre of the words, the flicker of the screen.
My ordinary is spreadsheets and numbers, patterns and graphs, the joy of order.
My ordinary is tube train madness, elbows and Blackberries, the joy of a seat.
My ordinary is the steam of the iron, the squish and splash of the bubbles, the smell of the simmering sauce.
My ordinary is the hum and strum and music of the city, restlessness and calm and the smell of fried food and damp pavements.
My ordinary is in the words I devour, the books I leave half-done, part-done, almost-done, finished, hither and thither.
My ordinary is the ping of emails, the flash of text, the letter on the doormat.
My ordinary is untameable hair, rosy cheeks, large hands, mad feet.
My ordinary is boy-chaos, papers and pens and treasures secreted behind doors, under shelves, in any available nook.
My ordinary is the sofa dates, the one day dreams, the snuggled up cosy.
My ordinary is tick-tick-comment-tick-cross-stamp, the rhythm of marking, the beat of the day.
My ordinary is not so ordinary at all.