image by loulou nash on pixabay
Bob the Nomad
Became a footpad
Ventured far for he hadn’t a home
Alas, poor Bob, forever to roam
Bob the Nomad
They claimed him a rough cad
A ruffler of skirts, a wild cat hadn’t a backbone
Such behaviour the law couldn’t condone
Bob the Nomad
With his alibi ironclad
Denied his involvement, had his movements restricted
No Fixed Abode Bob, now of murder charged and convicted
68 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Challenge: Nomad
Oxlips: April 2017
Oxlips, the epitome of an Easter Weekend
Ladybird: April 2017
In Norfolk the Ladybird is better known as Bishy Barny Bee. The origin of the name remains disputed. Does it come from Bishop of St Barnabus (though where is this St Barnabus church?) or from Bishop Barnabus (or Barnaby?), although none is known of that name. Then again, perhaps it has an entirely different origin.
4th April 2019
Walking the green lanes of Norfolk I came upon this. I like unusual signage, and so I snapped it. Which is fortunate, for now I can use it for…
Read Me, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
♦ I have enjoyed the storytelling of Crispina Kemp for a few years which she has so generously shared with us on her WordPress site. The world of her Feast Fables and Asaric Tales has been shaped and polished into a five book series called The Spinner’s Game. She has woven a tapestry of […]
via A Beta Reader’s Desk – Crispina Kemp’s The Spinner’s Game Series — Janthina Images – Photo Journal
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #74
The plague hit hard, the population halved in the first year, in the second year halved again. In the third year its source was found. It came from the ground, present in patches of contaminated soil.
Attempts to lift, remove and isolate the soil only resulted in a further spread and yet more deaths. Now we’re building tall towers to support our new housing… for those who survive.
No, I’ve no idea what these towers are intended for, found to the north of Yarmouth’s harbour. But they fascinated me.
And while I don’t usually mess with the photos, here I did add an ominous sky. Yea, well, the original was boring pale blue!
CCC#74
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.
Last Tuesday I set a challenge. To find us a sing-along song to keep up our spirits during this current crisis. As an example, I posted WWI’s Greatest Hit, Pack Up Your Troubles.
There were fewer suggestions than I had hoped – see below. And I’ve yet to make mine. So here it is.
To Everything There is a Season, written by Pete Seegar in late 1950s, incorporating Ecclesiastics 3: 1-8
Dale suggested Bob Marley’s One Love
Susan Zutautas recommended Louis Armstrong’s What a Wonderful World
And there was another, but it appears the blogger has deleted it.
image by darkeyed on pixabay
Ellie tore the vines and grasses from the chest, opened it and dug deep to the bottom,
To pull out a small package, wrapped in a plane leaf, darkly brittle.
Black, the cube of hard pudding.
Yellow, the icing, leached from the marzepane.
Her grandma’s wedding cake, her keepsake.
49 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Keepsake
Red Dead Nettles: April 2017
Dead nettles are amongst the first of the wayside flowers to burst into colour. Here they’re nestling amongst a patch of thistle leaves (don’t know which thistle, I think it a garden escapee)
Oops, I got it wrong; yesterday’s wasn’t the final song.
crispina kemp 