Along a green lane: 14 July 2020
Bend in the Road, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
Green lanes once were proper roads, taking wheeled traffic from village to village. But when the dictate came that parishes were to metal their roads, some routes were considered not worth the expense. This runs between the parishes of Somerleyton and Ashby, and serves Ashby church
I was asleep when you crept in
You woke me, body, heart and soul
Awakened, aroused, enlivened
You whetted appetites from long ago
Appetites I didn’t want
This couldn’t be, this was fantasy
You scared me, go away and let me be.
But you with your constancy
Your serenity, sincerity
You opened a tight-furled bud within me
Showed me the truth of you, of me
And set the petals trembling
When you set before me
Around me, within me
This precious gift
Of love
This sedative for the soul
So impressed by this, I’ve had to reblog and share it with my followers
UPON THE SHOULDERS OF GIANTS
Sweet juicy jazzy jackanapes
Crusading king of Fairy Hill
Immortal motley troubadour
Breezed into town with time to kill
To put the free back in free fall
Peal forth the vow in disavow
Ah, but I was so much Adler then
I’m Junger than that now
TV sophists spewed skewered truth
Cut Ethos, Pathos, Logos dead
No musketeering buccaneers
But lame tame talking heads instead
With propaganda for proper geese
He cackled at their sacred cow
Ah, but I was so much Adler then
I’m Junger than that now
Provincial ham let figments strut
While stuttering beneath his breath
“Wh-wherefore art thou Juliet?”
His sad performance died the death
Outrageous fortune took the blame
While it was she who took the bow
Ah, but I was so much Adler then
I’m Junger than that now
Soon leery learned the golden rule
In prison’s schoolyard hide…
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge
“When Jack slew the giant, that giant fell from his Up-There land with such a destructive crash that no one would speak to Jack for years to come. Jack the Giant-Slayer had destroyed half the land.”
“And your point is?”
“That’s what’s left of him.”
“Of Jack?”
“No, of the giant. Nuts and bolts everywhere, nuts and bolts everywhere.”
CCC88
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.
image by rottonara on pixabay
Rupert, self-styled Princeling Bear, looked with disdain on the fashionless hordes that these days crowded the bars and clubs, all regimented in their turn-upped jeans and braces, their Number 1 close cuts, their often grubby t-shirts. They had no taste, they had no style, they had no individuality. An army of soulless faces.
Au contraire, Rupert’s New Romantic Cavalier look endowed him with graces.
64 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Cavalier
if i give you all the love
I give you my vulnerability
the crescendo of my final breath
my vagabond shadow
so yours never has to walk alone
take the beauty of my quixotic dreams
the circus of my lunacy
the heat of my voice
to evaporate your tears
for its you
my love
who has etched
your words on my bones
my goddess of poetry
what to do
my love
to gain your attention
to win your heart and affection
perhaps, you will be mine
if I give you all the love
no one ever gave to me
Put on your hikers, pack your lunch, and don’t forget plenty of water. We’re gonna go walking the coastal route.
We start at the Ravine, North Lowestoft, which takes us down the cliff, to the sea. Foot traffic crosses above us…
Bridge over the Ravine: 29 June 2020
Ragged groynes and concrete slabs = sea defences: 29th July 2020
To our right the sea, to our left the cliffs…
Cliff clothed in greenery: 29 June 2020
Lo! The sun: 29 June 2020
Tree lupin (shrubby shrub): 29 June 2020
Tree lupin grows here in yellow-full abundance
Biting Stonecrop: 229 June 2020
Stonecrop is one of the lowest growing plants of the dune community
A little copse here of evergreen oak (aka Hom Oak): 29 June 2020
Dryads Saddle: 29 June 2020
The queen of the fungi rides again…
WWII installation: 29 June 2020
Listed & protected building come in all shapes. This was part of Britain’s defences in WWII
Moss and lichen paint the dunes in bright colours: 29 June 2020
Spot the fauna: 29 June 2020
We don’t very often see the caterpillars. This one’s a nobby one.
Where do those steps lead: 29 June 2020
Arguably the path less travelled…
I have yet identified: 29 June 2020
(I think it’s soapwort)
Most unexpected, midway down the cliff, growing amongst the furze, an orchid: 29m June 2020
We’ve reached Gunton, and my camera-battery has failed me. And so join me next week when we’ll complete the walk (but in reverse)
Such a fantastic response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge this week has inspired me to share a couple of photos dating back 20 yrs (pre-digi, point&click camera, terrible quality). They were taken at Swallowhead Springs, source of the Kennet river in Wiltshire, near the mystical Avebury Circle and Silbury Hill.
My daughter, surrounded by prayers: Sept 2004
It was a windy day. An ancient willow guards the springs. Tokens of every kind accompany the prayers: candles, slips of fabric and paper, photos, even a carrier bag!
Sept 2004
Sea rolling in at Hopton: 10 July 2020
Nature, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
Low tide: 7:30
High tide: 13:30
This photo 9:30… a way to go
Coastal erosion here is a problem. These chunks of granite are the only defence
10 July 2020
And sand the nature of the unprotected cliffs. The striations are faults caused by drainage of rainwater
It won’t be long before this falls: 10 July 2020
The power of Nature… even in such a beautiful setting should not be underestimated
crispina kemp 