Monthly Archives: August 2019

Sunday Picture Post: Butterflies and Blackberries

Posted on August 11, 2019 by crispina kemp

A meadow brown butterfly rests upon a head of unripe blackberries, a perfect blend of colours. And the meadow brown as more often seen: at rest in a meadow.

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Reflections on Shadows

Posted on August 10, 2019 by crispina kemp

Despite I took this photo, I look at it and look at it, and I can’t figure out what plant that is whose shadow is reflected, all entangled with the waterweed. Thus I declare it, an Enigma and post it … Continue reading →

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CCC39: Chains

Posted on August 8, 2019 by crispina kemp

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 … Continue reading →

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #39

Posted on August 7, 2019 by crispina kemp

Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN Here’s how it works: Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.) You respond with something CREATIVE Here are some suggestions: An answering photo A … Continue reading →

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Skedaddle

Posted on August 6, 2019 by crispina kemp

Incompatibility, Ignominy, Incongruity Jealousy, Rivalry, Malignity Hostility, Disloyalty, Ferocity Enmity, Asperity, Antipathy, Animosity Bad chemistry, Pugnacity, Unpopularity, Bellicosity Irascibility, Irritability, Implacability, Inimicality In other words, we don’t hit it off Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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What Pegman Saw: They Came to Trade

Posted on August 5, 2019 by crispina kemp

They came to trade, they stayed to rule, They came with strange weapons and their tools; They claimed the protection of their god And believed that we’d be overawed. They took our food, they took our land, They broke us, … Continue reading →

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Sunday Picture Post: Up Close and Personal

Posted on August 4, 2019 by crispina kemp

with scabious… An amazing range of colours, not seen as we pass it on the wayside. Scabious is a member of the Teasel Family.

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The Spinner’s Game e-book update #21

Posted on August 4, 2019 by crispina kemp

August … and the question is: Will I be ready to publish The Spinner’s Game quint at Christmas? It is possible. Although I am glad it’s my own imposed deadline, and thus moveable, rather than an agent’s or publisher’s. I … Continue reading →

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St James and the White Friars

Posted on August 3, 2019 by crispina kemp

Seen reflected in the waters of River Wensum is St James Mill built in 1836 in an attempt to save the local textile trade which was being eroded by mills in the northern counties, with their ample supply of rushing … Continue reading →

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Finish the Story: Island Getaway, Part 9

Posted on August 2, 2019 by crispina kemp

Michael at Morpethroad tagged me for the latest Finish the Story prompt from Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith. Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith gave us the image above (by enriquelopezgarre at Pixabay) and started us off with this: As soon … Continue reading →

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