This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..


by John Yeo

Synaesthesia a magical process

Turning sound into colour.

Musical instruments bring to life

The beautiful sounds of the alphabet


Skiffle, Rock, Country sound,

My youth in words, Swirling around.

Lonnie, The King and the Famous four,

Crooners, Swooners and many more.


Vid Sicious, Punk Rock,

Safety pins and the Union Jack.

Shouting, pouting, Strolling clones,

Gyrating, ear-aching, mind numbing tones.


Then, conversion through a live performance,

An orchestral night out with a friend,

Feeling apprehensive and very mellow,

Admiring a pretty girl, cradling a Cello.


The bow is poised, the strings are silent,

The mind is focused.   Expectant!

The baton is raised, the sound reverberates,

A beautiful Cello sings.


A cloudburst of music then resounded,

Each note, a rainbow hued drop of magic.

Gathering force and bursting forth

Entering and impressing my consciousness.


The sensual Cellist, lost in producing,

The magic of the sounds.

My mind is taking in her interpretation.

The mechanics of the piece.


She reads the script from the music sheet,

Stroking the bow across the strings.

Producing sounds that shake the Soul

Sending the mind on a journey.


The notes flow from the instrument,

The musician interprets the composers’ creation.

Mellow sounds fill the air, colourful, resonant.

Each note touches a nerve, the nerve ends tingle.


Sound reaches out to colour the brain.

Interpretation begins.

Using the instrument to bring to life

The beautiful sounds of the alphabet.


Picturing a beautiful Swan from “The Carnival of the Animals”

Composed and created by Camille Saint-Saens.

© Written by John Yeo


A prompt response for ~Inspiration Monday: Sci-Fae

Images © John and Margaret


by John Yeo

 I woke up in a haze of non recognition of where I was, who I was and how I had arrived here.

Everything was strangely unrealistic, unusual, unrecognisable a colourful arena on a world of kaleidoscopic strangeness. As if a disturbed artist had poured and continued to pour his paint in rivulets of colour on an ever changing landscape. An orange flare dazzled the permanent light that shone from the multi coloured suns lighting up the distant horizon with a green fire that seemed to be all-consuming. Billows of purple steam suddenly sounded loudly, hissing and spluttering as blue liquid stone flowed down a yellow ochre liquid bed on a river of jagged rocky liquid. There was a silent crash of electric thunder as a winged figure sped up from the bowels of the middle sky. Emerging from a point that mystically merged with the pink of a rising horizon and the disappearance of the future into the past. A point in time that was midway between now and then.

 “Welcome to the world of Sci Fae!”  Boomed a falsetto base sound, that seemed to convey communication as if a note composed of a base clef swimming in an ocean of liquid soprano had arrived together to assault the ears with pure music.

 Then a loud buzzing as an alarm sounded on the machine that lay in waiting. An information loaded gadget waiting for the button to be pressed to silence the alarm.

  I tore myself away from my dreamworld of the night, to face the familiar mundane music of snarling, honking, beeping traffic that I would certainly become a part of soon. An alarming prospect indeed.

“Morning Darling!” I mumbled as I dragged myself out of bed.

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