CCC39: Chains

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #39

Chains long in the making
Chains not for the breaking
Tie me to this, my waterside settlement

Links forged by my kin
Links forged in Anglin
Held us while crossing
Chased by the Flooding
on storm-seas that were tossing

Chains secured the steading
Chains measured the crop land
Chains ringed this, Hranniโ€™s Land
My beloved Ranworth


It’s disputed whether Ranworth means Settlement on the Edge (of the river? or of the heath?) or if it means Hranni’s Settlement. So I allowed for both. Regardless, it is the land of my fore-fathers, as is the Anglin region of Denmark (though probably via Frisia).

And for those who didn’t see it tagged to the end of Wednesday’s post, the chains in the photo secure Ranworth Broad’s Visitor Centre to the land. The broad is fed by the River Bure, which here is tidal, thus the Centre must have freedom to rise, and fall, and not float away.

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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29 Responses to CCC39: Chains

  1. Kim Smyth says:

    Great poem, I wasnโ€™t sure what the picture was showing. Thanks for the clarification ๐Ÿ˜Š

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  2. Thanks for the explaining the image. I was thinking about asking about it.

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  3. Dale says:

    Again, you have been most informative whilst giving us something wonderful to read!
    Yes, those chains actually offer a certain freedom!

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  4. Thanks for the explanation here. Great poem!

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  5. Jen Goldie says:

    I could feel the poignancy in your words and the pride you have in your ancestry. Lovely Crispina ๐ŸŒป

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  6. Laleh Chini says:

    What a great poem dear.

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  7. Tien Skye says:

    “Links forged by my kin
    Links forged in Anglin
    Held us while crossing”

    I love how you work this bit of history into the poem ๐Ÿ™‚

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  8. This is a BRILLIANT poem. Well done. Wow. xo

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  9. I love the poem, its sense of place. But also this phrase: “freedom to rise, and fall, and not float away”

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  10. Brian Bixby says:

    The word repetition is particularly striking, Crispina.

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  11. Lovely poem, Crispina. It has everything: local history and the landscape cleverly woven together with your own personal ancestry. Wonderful! ๐Ÿ™‚

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