A lively sprite, she was enchanting
Erotically taunting
Unmistakeably haunting
With her gossamer wings
And her silken things
As she flitted over rivers and streams
As she rustled the rusty leaves of autumn
As knowingly, flaunting
As painfully wanting
As careless and carefree, lacking caution
As for a mate she went hunting
A sprite never forgotten
A sprite most wanton.
60 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Wanton
3rd May: it being a public holiday the buses were running a skeleton service, and by tradition the weather is always foul. So we stayed close to home. North Denes Dunes. But look what we found.
That’s it for this week though it wasn’t the end of the walk. More photos on Tuesday.
For us humans it’s just a flowerpot. But it’s one huge height for Snail-kind. Candid Shot, another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia
“Look at them.”
“Look at who?”
“Them. The humans. Litter-dropping, nose-picking, smelly-farting…”
“Hey, you, lay off them. They feed us, don’t they?”
“Can’t stand them. Always putting us into pigeon holes.”
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:
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
27th April we went to Tyrrell’s Wood, an ancient woodland managed by Woodland Trust. We’ve been there many times, could walk the route blindfolded. So this time we went a different way. Oh and how glad I am that we did!
There was more, but they were more common and we’ll encounter them for a month or so more in every place we go. Hope you’ve enjoyed these as much as I did in finding them.
May the saints bless you, Sammi and hold you safely.
Why? Well just look at the word she’s given us! Solitudinarian.
I love you, Sammi, for that word is right up my street.
Well, not my actual street cos I don’t live up a street, I live in a quiet court, entirely off the thoroughfare. No one knows I am there.
Me and myself, all on my ownsome. It’s awesome, it’s wonderful. No neighbours except for the gulls. No kids to terrorise me with their din.
Reclusive? Count me in.
90 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Solitudinarian.
Let me take you back to 27th April. Two buses take us (via Norwich) to Long Stratton, a small town built “along” a Roman road. We’re heading to Tyrrell’s Wood, an ancient woodland managed by Woodland Trust. We’ve been there several times on our fungi hunts. But this time we’re going the long way round, which is mostly off-road walking.
I could fill the page with so many more trees. But 12 pics I think is enough. See Tuesday Treat for the flowers we met on the way. And oh, what treats they were. Hope you’ve enjoyed
First to explain Yarmouth Rodes: this is the sea between the beach and Scroby Sands where ships wait for the return of the tide to enter the harbour. And that’s what I thought this ship was doing (it being low tide). I was most surprised to see what looks like dredging equipment. Or is it a fairground ride?
Whatever its purpose of presence, the photo qualifies for Up Close, another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia.
You don’t think it’s up close? Here’s the first photo I took. It’s the ship on the right.
Drifting along
I’ve lost my song
I fell from a bird
Now I’ll never be heard
Where are I going?
Where does the stream take me?
To new life, to death?
To a reconnection?
No, my bird is gone
Now never no song
