Imagery exercise final product

Imagery exercise final product

• Wednesday, September 1, 2021

Imagery exercise final product:

The dancers bare, travel hardened feet pound out of rhythm out of sync on the hard-packed street. Burly arms and thread spinning hands swing each other around with no pattern, with no step. The dancers’ bonnets and caps and loose pigtails jiggle and flop without reason to stop. Their stomping seems to be the stomping of rain on an April’s eve.

Four minstrels singing different tunes on apple-laden carts are guiding the dancers one by one into their rhythm, into their tune. Fiddle and harp and flute battle for the attention of the throng. Each one is singing their own bold adventure or touching love song. Slowly as the sun sets, the minstrels intertwine their songs to sing a similar chorus or the same catchphrase. Their stiff figures bend with bow or flute. Their bronzen brows strain to keep their tune perfect for the event.

Now the whole crowd stomps in rhythm with the beat. The minstrels sing in sync to the setting of the sun, tightening the braid of their songs as the suns last disappear over the cottage-covered hill, they all STOP.

Now, a soft breezy silence ensues as all eyes turn toward the manor door. There the young battleborn knight takes his bride’s soft hand and glances once into her starry eyes. How the warrior’s heart trembles at the gentle woman’s gaze. Melts not with fear, but with joy. Hand in hand he leads her through the sunset silence to his coach. There he helps her up and springs into his seat. He clucks to the horses and together they head to the west. The west where the colors match his crest.

The procession of peasants follows. They light their long scented candles on the torches by the street. They drift to the village square where tables and chairs sit on the polished cobble street. Lanterns are lit by fireflies caught by children’s hands in the starry fields. Food is brought on thick silver platters. The marriage feast has begun!