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About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales

Sunday Picture Post: Back to the Green Ways

Oh Yay! I can travel by bus again. And so… out to Acle and a walk to Burlingham Woods, almost entirely by green lanes and farmland White campion was everywhere. But could only take pics where it was in the … Continue reading

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Woodland Lights

Finally allowed on the buses, got out of town for a ‘countryside’ walk, down the green lanes to the woods… Shadows, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek

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The Ocean Tide

My love is like the ocean tide Sweeping in, knocking and toppling all in his way To lap at the highest reach which is my heart. But no sooner here than he turns again And with an awful tug he … Continue reading

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CCC85: A Coded Message

So long he’d been gone I thought him never to return And if he did, surely my father would tell him to go Send him away before I ever knew I had to devise some means A coded message A … Continue reading

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #85

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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Our Self-Induced Illusions

I might have taken to penning romance, but here’s my answer to those who seek to see a transformation What lies delight us How eager to believe our self-induced illusions That here is love and here is truth And here … Continue reading

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A Free Spirit, Me

A free spirit he called me That’s what I am Then complained when I gallivanted Out of season, out of time and mind A free spirit, he said me But I cut him to the quick When my gallivanting Stole … Continue reading

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Sunday Picture Post: Out of Town

Still confined to places reached by foot… yet the sun is bringing out the flowers and the bees… A tiny, tiny flower, often lost to sight by bigger flowers overhanging Meadow Brown butterfly where it ought to be… in a … Continue reading

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The Turn of the Year

Come join our hands Come touch the sky Come dance the dance And thread the stones Rejoice this day The sun stands high For on the morrow she cannot stay Her southern lover draws her away

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Early Morning in Town

Yesterday, took the small camera shopping with me. In its day, this was a road a hundred pubs. Now there are only two. The road runs alongside the town hall. Down the Road, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek

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