CCC92: His Name was Noah

Crispina’s Creative Challenge 92

His name was Noah
A bit of a bore
He bought an old boat
That didn’t float
He patched it, caulked it and sealed it
But up got the wind, waves driven before it
Which then did steal it.
Alas.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #92

CCC92

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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My Lord, Sir Knight

image by Javier Rodriguez on pixabay

You, my love since ancient days, my own soul’s mate
I accept, I capitulate
From you, my love, I can no longer run
My love for you, you’ve once again won
And so this oath, ancient and true
Forever my heart is thine as yours is mine
Across the centuries to entwine
Until all ceases and sets us apart
Until then, my lord, you hold my heart.

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A Merry Fellow

image by Free Photos on Pixabay

George denied it, of course
A merry fellow him, he said, though he seldom did smile
He blamed it on his horoscope
By which he meant his natal chart, not the daily prediction
From the day he read that it was a slippery slope
Worse than the shower when you drop the soap
Everyone met he examined minutely
Everyone an envelope beneath his microscope
Everyone encountered with a modicum of hope
That they’d give him no reason to mope
But at heart, his nature couldn’t be changed
He didn’t like the people around him
He was indeed a misanthrope


Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Misanthrope in 99 words

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Sunday Picture Post: August by the Sea

Saturday 1st August and denied the overseas locations, people are arriving at our coast. The sun is bright and hot, and the sea looks inviting. Huh, they don’t know how cold the North Sea!

Hemsby beach: 1st August 2020

Early, and so as yet it is quiet

Beach chalet: 1st August 2020

Many of the visitors will stay in places like this

1st August 2020

But this is the other side of this stretch of coast.

Hemsby beach: 1st August 2020

The remains of a chalet: 1st August 2020

Looks like someone forgot to take the clothes pegs

The unstable nature of our cliffs: 1st August 2020

A rare glimpse of the eyes behind the camera

Norfolk humour: 1st August 2020

Interesting that Amsterdam is nearer than London. That could explain much.

BTW, the little shield says: In 1802 nothing important happened here.

California Cliffs: 1st August 2020

I’m guessing their house insurance is high. If they can get cover at all

Caister dunes: 1st August 2020

The cliffs become dunes at Caister. And despite the gathering clouds, the heat is rising. Wisdom tells me to catch a bus home. Too hot now for walking.

Hope you enjoyed it. And next week? I haven’t yet decided

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Lit Like the Dutch Masters

River Yare at Haven Bridge: 6:00 am 4th August 2020

Magic Hour, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek

No other words needed

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Friday Flowers

I give you a selection of marsh and riverside flowers taken on last week’s walk beside the Wensum

Tutsan: 28 July 2020

Meadowsweet: 28 July 2020

Marsh Woundwort: 28 July 2020

Himalayan Balsam: 28 July 2020

NOT Native!

Spearmint: 28 July 2020

Soapwort: 28 July 2020

Sweet pea: 28 July 2020

I think this escaped the hay-meadows!

Hemp agrimony: 28 July 2020

Hope you enjoyed this small offering. For Sunday’s Picture Post I shall taking you to Hemsby and walking you through Caister via California (I kid you not)

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CCC 91: The Shadow

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #91

The brighter the light
The deeper the shadow
All artists know this

Why then expect our loved ones who shine to have no defects?
Why expect them to be through-and-through perfect?
Why be shocked or feel betrayed when we discover our assumptions incorrect?

The light casts a shadow of the self, distorted
Perhaps the self that we’ve not courted
But that’s no reason to leave the loved one unsupported
Love both the light and the shadow, love them both unthwarted.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #91

CCC91

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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Grandma’s Feather Bed

image by Christine Sponchia on pixabay

Remember Grandma’s feather bed?

I remember her feather pillows.

Remember her shed in the yard?

I remember that’s where she did the plucking.

Remember the mess when the cat snuck in?

I remember we were the ones to sweep it.

Remember Grandma’s peristeronic pie?

I remember we were the ones to eat it.

53 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Peristeronic

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