A Beltane Dance (Wednesday Words 5.4.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a three word combination prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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A Beltane Dance

Sapphire sat Indian style in the mouth of the cave, clapping her hands along to the beat of the drums as she swayed side to side slightly. The other young children were gathered around her, all giggling and smiling, trying to sing along to the tune in completely off pitches. The string instruments and the pipes were playing along to the drums, the music filling the dawning air as the sun rose over the horizon and painted the land in bright tones of spring and liveliness.

The ribbons of the May Pole were sparkling in the morning light as they weaved in and out and around with the dance. The grownups and older children perfectly in sync as they wove the ribbons and danced around with bright eyes and smiles, their hearts raised in welcoming and love. The woman’s skirts fluttered in the warm breeze, the earthy tones of their clothes matching in sync to the awakening earth around them. Flowers and ribbons adorned their hair in braided styles and crowns atop their heads.

A sense of tight togetherness hung among the group as they danced barefoot in the lilac strewn field, and Sapphire watched them wistfully, wishing she was old enough to join in the celebration yet. Of course, she was old enough to join in on some of the activities, but the dance was too confusing for her yet, and her legs too short to keep up with the others.

One day though. One day she would be dancing with the rest of them around the May Pole, raising her heart and voice to the sky.

The birds were joining in with their dawn chorus now, nearly sending a chill of delight and excitement down her spine. The mingling sounds of nature and the humans’ voices were beautiful and harmonious, accompanied by the crackling bonfire to the side.

“Come on, Sapphire,” another child giggled happily.

She felt the tap on her shoulder then looked up as the chubby young girl grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet, spinning and bouncing around in a circle together. All the other children started gathering and grabbing partners and trios, dancing around just as they while their laughter filled the cave walls, bouncing and echoing with their voices. Eventually the children held hand in hand with one another, forming two large circles, one inside the other, dancing in opposite directions to each other.

Dancing to the new beginnings under a Beltane sun, celebrating the life and vitality of the awakening earth; this was how she wished every day would start, with dance and song.


Now you can find this flash fiction work and others on my profile on Wattpad! Click here for my profile and go dive into a sea of Shards of Imagination!

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