Of Cobblers and Glovers

Posted on July 10, 2020 by crispina kemp

To quote the Bard: A rose by any other name [6 July 2020]

To love
To feel that sweetest of emotions
To give
To be enfolded, warm as in a fleece
To ache in want of you
To open, to let you in
That you might know me true
To receive…
Pain.

Better maybe to remain
Closed to you
To know no blame and feel no flame
Be forever hard and cold
A dried and worthless husk of futile dreams
Of what could have been

But to love
To take that step
To risk that I might drown
Or to retreat while this semblance of sanity still is mine

A decision made… for there can be no other
I trust you’ll make my shoes of finest leather
My patron saint of cobblers and of glovers

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CCC87: Gunnr’s Well

Posted on July 9, 2020 by crispina kemp

CCC87

Gunnr’s Well, that’s how we knew it as of old
For Gunnr in his Viking days
Did drive his dragon-warded ship
Into this sea-scoured shore
Tongue swollen with the salty pestilence of sea
Seeking purity of water unpolluted
And there before his sun-blinded salt-encrusted eyes
Seeping from the sand and stone
A dribble blessed by the three
By Odin, Vili and Ve.
Gunnr it was who with stone built a wall around
To guard his treasure from the world encircling Jormungand

I came upon this ‘well’ (it is a spring) just above the beach at Gunton cliffs. Where the wall was leaking, the water was producing desert-looking wadis

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #87

Posted on July 8, 2020 by crispina kemp

CCC#87

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 cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

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.

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In Alignment

Posted on July 6, 2020 by crispina kemp

image by Alemko Coksa on pixabay

For me, you are the sun
To you, I am your moon
Saturn binds us by our feet
Neptune weaves our fantasies sweet
And Mercury keeps us mentally attuned.
Syzygy!

30 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Syzygy

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Sunday Picture Post: Green Lanes Part 2

Posted on July 5, 2020 by crispina kemp

Continuing last Sunday’s post, let me take you down our Norfolk green lanes…

25 June 2020

Through farmland…

25 June 2020

…where the golden grains do grow:

corn marigolds: 25 June 2020

…and traditional field-flowers still grow

Plantain: 25 June 2020

Through meadows rich with colours…

25 June 2020

The purple knapweed and the white ox-eye daisies might be the easiest seen, but growing beneath them are yellow rattle, clover and trefoil

25 June 2020

Into the deeper green of the woodland… via a decayed rustic gate

25 June 2020

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The Tide is High

Posted on July 4, 2020 by crispina kemp

Early morning, Breydon Water, when the tide is high, becomes a place of calm

Breydon Water: 2nd July 2020

All is Calm, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek

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CCC86: Mr Ed

Posted on July 2, 2020 by crispina kemp

Crimson’s Creative Challenge

“Why have you shut the stable door?”

“Why? To shut him up, of course. All day long, talk, talk, talk. All right when he was younger, when he was earning a crust. But now Mr Ed’s old… I couldn’t take any more of it.”

“You don’t mean you’ve shut an old man in there?”

“Old… man? No. I’d never shut an old man in there. No, that’s the home of Mr Ed, the Talking Horse.”

 

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #86

Posted on July 1, 2020 by crispina kemp

CCC86

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 cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

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.

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This Kiss

Posted on June 30, 2020 by crispina kemp

image by Gerhard G on pixabay

Mindless of the pressing chores
The waiting floors, the empty stores
She strolled along a dream-cast road
And watched a leather-sided toad.

With a tug at her dirty work-stained frock
She sat beside him on a river rock.

He looked at her, showed his pulsing throat.
She had to admit, he was a beaut,
Like a fantasy prince, she was convinced,
Fallen under a wicked spell, a fairy tale she knew too well.

He reached out for that magical kiss.
A moment, a flash, when all was bliss.
Long moments before she could respond
And that kiss became a magician’s wand.
No prince beside her but an emperor of hearts
And she was his empress, sworn never to part.

 

 

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Casper

Posted on June 29, 2020 by crispina kemp

The priory ruins: 31 Dec 2019

The move was welcome, pulling her out of the depths of hell. And the new place old, built on the ruins of a dissolved priory, was perfect for her. Absolutely right.

Until the first night.

A presence in the room, a presence that seemed to snuggle against her when somewhat fearfully she slipped into bed and with some trepidation turned off the light.

She tensed at the undeniable touch of that presence wrapping around her. Enfolding her, warm with love.

She named him Casper, the loving ghost, not at all unwelcome.

91 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Unwelcome

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