Friday Fictioneers – Madison Woods posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s:
Johnny, where are you?
Here. Look at me.
Are you okay?
I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree.
I’ll get you down.
And I feel like I’m clinging to a cloud,
I can’t understand. Are you up there?
Yes, I get misty up here.
I’ll help you down holding your hand. Then walk my way.
Wait, I hear a thousand violins begin to play.
Hello-ooo? Stop that!
Or it might just be the sound of your hello that music that I hear.
You’ve been up that tree too long
I get misty the moment you’re near.
And so the song Misty was born
(Written by Errol Garner and Johnny Burke
As performed by Johnny Mathis)
Look at me,
I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And I feel like I’m clinging to a cloud
I can’t understand,
I get misty, holding your hand.
Walk my way,
And a thousand violins begin to play
Or it might be the sound of your hello
That music I hear,
I get misty the moment you’re near
You can say that you’re leading me on
But it’s just what I want you to do
Don’t you realize how hopelessly I’m lost
That’s why I’m following you.
On my own,
Would I wander through this wonderland alone
Never knowing my right foot from my left,
My hat from my glove,
I get misty, and too much in love.
I’m too misty, and too much in love
Unique!! What an interesting and enjoyable take!
aw, I’m misting up. Glad you enjoyed it. Randy
Misting up?? Ha,ha.
Randy! That is my husband’s and my song. We danced to it when we were dating and had it sung at our wedding. I like how you wove a story around it. Sweet.
small world – for people with the same birthdays! Hope you had a great time with the grands! 😉 Randy
An excellent and unusual take on the photo prompt and the original song too – loved it Randy.
Here’s mine too: http://womanontheedgeofreality.com/2012/08/24/friday-fictioneers-misty/
Glad you liked it. I left my “choice” comments on your blog site. Randy
That’s an interesting take. I need to go play the song now…
Just: Walk my way,
And a thousand violins begin to play.
It’s a beautiful song. Randy
Always something different. An original take on the prompt.
well, not quite original. After all half the words are from the song 😉
A fine and enjoyable take on the prompt. I like this angle. Mine is here:
Wow, that song was a perfect fit for your story. Interesting approach, I liked that 🙂
Thanks. Me, too. It seemed like the first thing that came into my head, and I began to sing it, and then worked out the dialogue around it.
Clever and beautiful the way you worked “Misty” into your poem…Beware…Let’s hope no one turns you in to BMI or ASCAP because you will receive a nice bill in the mail…Pay a royalty or else…!!
Do I know you, lady? What piece? I think you’ve dialed a wrong number here. Maybe you’re confusing me with Doug McIlroy – or Russel Gayer. Ha.
Very clever! An entertaining read, too. Mine’s over here http://anneorchardwriter.wordpress.com/2012/08/24/misty-friday-fictioneers/
Thank you. BTW – Johnny Mathis was awaiting your heroine in the Gloucestershire valley. He sang to her through the mist.
I hope it comforted her on her way to her fate. And that he got back to his own time ok 😉
😉 Love has great powers
I see what you did there. And I must say I enjoyed it.
Thank you, but one mustn’t say what one must say, one just must say it. Do you feel me? Randy
I’d prefer not to feel you. I don’t know you well enough for something of that magnitude. But I do believe I catch your drift. Or maybe I don’t. Hard to say with any amount of certainty, really.
Thanks for turning me down literally. I can handle and feel your kind and kind of rejection with a certain amount of certainty, really….. 😉