642–7: What a character holding a blue object is thinking right now.

 It was all she could think about as she looked deep into its rich, sparkling blue .

It’s blue was even more vibrant than she remembered, like the sun shining off the ocean on a bright summer day. Her mind wandered back to memories of her grandfather, watching the sunset over the ocean.getting lost in the imagination of the way he told The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. It was her grandfather’s favourite poem.

He would recite it to her, his voice tempered with character and emotion, and the last verse always welled tears in his eyes.

He went like one that hath been stunned,

And is of sense forlorn:

A sadder and a wiser man

He rose the morrow morn.

Her grandfather wasn’t an overly emotional man but she could feel his connection to that mariner in his voice – although she never knew why. When she was young he used to say that he’d sailed the open oceans on that journey. Of course now she was older she knew better, but the feeling of being engulfed in the adventure and rhythm of her grandfather’s voice as her told the rime stayed with her forever. Her memory of his storytelling was like a joyous dream.

The blue sparkled in the sunlight and, engulfed her in the wonder she felt as a child. At first not realising she was crying tears of joy, she smiled.  

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I hadn’t written from “642 things to write about” for a while and I managed to surprise myself with this one.

Read The Rime of the Ancient Mariner – Samuel Taylor Coleridge OR

Listen to it’s magical storytelling as Richard Burton reads the Rime of the Ancient Mariner