It was pure chance
That Sid and Sue got up to dance
Sensuously slithering across the floor
Around them screams, encore, encore
Such sibilance, intense pleasure Sid endured
28 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Sibilance
It was pure chance
That Sid and Sue got up to dance
Sensuously slithering across the floor
Around them screams, encore, encore
Such sibilance, intense pleasure Sid endured
28 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Sibilance
Mother said I had to be good
And not go into the Tangled Wood
She said, when I asked her why
Bats aren’t alone at night when they fly
And the others would equally see you die
She said at the centre of the wood
Where the Old Hag Stone stood
Was a pool that sparkled bright
Alight with glints by day and night
And once you’ve seen it you can’t look away
That’s a spell cast by the fae.
Mother said I had to be good
And not go into the Tangled Wood
For if I’m spell-cast by the fae
They’d up with me and fly me away
And I’d die.
(Of course, I disobeyed)
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:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
I could tell you what’s the photo of, but I’d rather leave it open for you to interpret
Photos of flora and fauna seen on last Tuesday’s walk. Usually I group the fauna and separate them from the flora. Not today. Today I give them to you as we encountered them. Enjoy
Surprised to see so many damselflies while we’re still in the heart of the city
And water plants, even if they are on the far side of the river and not too good focus…
Bittersweet is everywhere
As is Traveller’s Joy aka Old Man’s Beard (Clematis vitalba)
Golden Rod, a garden escapee/wasteland plant
Rowan is heavy with berry
Love burdock…
Yellow water lily just showing its head
Everywhere, these damselflies…
And this fungus…I don’t have a name for it but isn’t it bright!
That’s all for now. I have more for you next week…butterflies, fungi, water lilies…
In case you’ve missed the news, we here in England have had a heatwave. I know it’s not been a patch on temperatures elsewhere, but we’re Brits and we’re not used to it. Worse, some people (me) have medical reasons why we can’t go out in such heat. But last Tuesday (26th July) the Weather God was in benign mood. And so please join me for a gentle stroll along the wending Wensum. Enjoy
The first of the many bridges we’ll cross over the Wensum. It wends, truly…
A family of swans
And ducks. Still within the heart of the city, I think these ducks are used to humans feeding them
Meadowsweet and Great Willow Herb, for me typifies river edges
When you take a scenic detour beside a river you expect it to be wet underfoot…
But it’s worth the soggy soil to be beneath the trees, beside the water, on such a hot day as this is turning to be
Oh look, another bridge! This one’s for foot traffic and cyclists only
Not the Wensum but a drainage channel…this area was once very swampy. The green on the water is pondweed
Meadows to cross to rejoin the main track…
Heading now to the City Boundary…
Looking down on the Wensum from yet another bridge
These cows have the right idea, seeking shade to chew the cud. We’re looking for somewhere to sit too, it’s coming on lunchtime.
We’re only halfway through the walk but I’m saving photos from the second half for next week (forecast is hot again, though not heatwave-hot it’s too hot for me, so no walkies next week. Good job I have plenty of photos from this walk!)
Hope you enjoyed. Hope it helped to keep you cool!
St Crispin is patron saint of shoemakers. After the collapse of the Norfolk weaving industry, the main employers in Norwich were the shoe factories. Alas, most of those have gone too. But St Crispin remains…as a road and a bridge.
Reflection, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
Timmy waited outside the Girl’s Entrance, his tummy all a flutter. His hands, still damp from their unaccustomed washing, were jammed deep into his pocket.
The rest of her class were out. Where was she? Ah! Here she comes, golden curls in disarray, huge brown eyes bright and alive. Though she walked alone, she was smiling.
“Janey,” he said. “Will you marry me?” And he pulled from his pocket the green plastic ring he’d found in his Jamboree Bag that morning.
She scrunched her nose. “Yes.”
86 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Jamboree
[Trigger Warning]
Tick tock
It’s late o’clock
Meeting my brother at the dock
Injured ego, he’s been defrocked
On a charge of having mocked
Nay, it weren’t like that, he say
T’was all the other way
The flower-ladies came in and gasped
What’s going on they quickly grasped
With skirt round my waist, it weren’t no laugh
Bishop ready with his staff
But Bishop’s the Bishop and who am I?
No career status, I’m the fall guy
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:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
All photos taken on our walk around Mousehold Heath on 4th July 2022. Enjoy
That’s all for now, folks. Hope you enjoyed