In Nine-Hundred-Thirty-Three

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Woe is me
I’m lost at sea
In nine-hundred-thirty-three
I’d thought: a Viking’s life for me
I’ll head out north
For Iceland, and that vicinity
But I’m not Viking born and bred
I can’t navigate, I’ve not the knowledge in my head
How they do it’s a mystery
To me


50 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Vicinity

 

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13 Responses to In Nine-Hundred-Thirty-Three

  1. North/south/east/west
    Simple navigation test
    But travel’s just a platitude
    With longitude and latitude
    Somewhere somewhere else but here
    Everything seems just too near
    Travel, travel, all you can
    End up where you first began
    And to your shock at last you’ve found
    The Earth’s not flat, it’s round and round.

    50 words!

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  2. For whatever reason I made the assumption that the challenge was about the points of a compass. Dumb, eh?
    So I had to have a second go ….

    Looking to the heavens
    For the holy trinity
    No sign of my salvation
    In that vicinity
    Unsure of the status
    Of my own divinity
    As I’m staring down the blackness
    Out towards infinity
    Left the bible reading
    Lost my virginity
    God, it seems that you and I
    Have no affinity

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  3. Frank's avatar Frank says:

    What a wit you are Crispina! Well done, lost at sea!

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  4. Sadje's avatar Sadje says:

    I’d be totally at sea

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  5. You’re not the only one lost! I hope you get rescued!

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  6. Great fun Crispina, I’d be no good at navigating either!

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