CCC89: Vertically

Posted on July 23, 2020 by crispina kemp

Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Nah, you’ve got that wrong.

Six foot apart LATERALLY, not vertically

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge 89

Posted on July 22, 2020 by crispina kemp

CCC89

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 Thanks to a Saracen

Posted on July 21, 2020 by crispina kemp

I dwelt upon the shore
With tides and rhythms
Known and sure
I didn’t venture far
An occasional dip
Into the forested hinterland

That wondrous place invited me
In forays brief
Delights I saw…
Yet when rather I’d be exploring
I fled the dangers I heard roaring.

What lay beyond those first few steps?
Others dived in
It seemed they could swim
While for me, fear turned me back each time
Until an unexpected Saracen met
With great care did take my hand
And led me there

87 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Hinterland

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Sunday Picture Post: By the Coast Part 2

Posted on July 19, 2020 by crispina kemp

For the second half of this journey, we’ll start at Gorleston and finish at Corton (last week’s Part 1 included Lowestoft to Corton)

Gorleston pier: 10 July 2020

8:00 am. Low tide.

Gorleston beach: 10 July 2020

Looks peaceful, doesn’t it? Huh.

A one-time end of groyne: 10 July 2020

The one-time groyne is now buried beneath the sand. I wonder what happened to the limpets I remember from 20 yrs back, encrusting the wood.

Beach huts along Gorleston promenade: 10 July 2020

A colourful splash…

Can’t resist Grafitti: 10 July 2020

Part of the sea defences.

Sea defences at the south end of Gorleston beach: 10 July 2020

Just how effective are these broken boards?

Cliff falls: 10 July 2020

The cliffs are crumbling all along this coast, taking properties, thankfully not taking lives.

Hopton cliff-top: 10 July 2020

We ran out of beach as we approached Hopton, so had to take to the cliff… but not before we were thoroughly drenched and battered. Then the weather turned against us.

Mayweed alongside a cornfield: 10 July 2020

We walked around a large cornfield, bright on the edges…

Cornflowers: 10 July 2020

Corn marigolds and Mayweed: 10 July 2020

Fennel: 10 July 2020

The fennel is out of place here. It’s not a usual cornfield weed

St Bartholomew’s church, Corton: 10 July 2020

The church is in partial ruin. Yet the parishioners still resort there for their services.

Another sign of a growing beach: 10th July 2020

Past the waves (another drenching as they crashed over the prom) and back to the beach at the top end of Lowestoft

Sea kale: 10 July 2020

The beach is not a barren place. Sea-kale in glorious abundance grows here. Not sure how edible. Might be a bit tough having to withstand the salt and the drownings.

My feet: 10 July 2020

And a rare treat: A look at my feet.

Those trainers were dripping water. I binned them when I got home. And no trousers cos I’d abandoned them, being heavy with water and sand. Luckily I was wearing a nearly-knee length tunicky-top. My purse was ruined, what was in it was salvageable. My phone was a total write-off. Well, I needed a new one. Why? Because we’d tried to beat the tide… and failed.

Next Sunday our walk takes us inland.

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Hey, Wait Up!

Posted on July 18, 2020 by crispina kemp

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

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Upon The Shoulders Of Giants

Posted on July 16, 2020 by crispina kemp

So impressed by this, I’ve had to reblog and share it with my followers

Ben Naga's avatarBen Naga

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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CCC88: Jack the Giant-Slayer

Posted on July 16, 2020 by crispina kemp

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.”

 

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge 88

Posted on July 15, 2020 by crispina kemp

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:

  • 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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Rupert, Princeling Bear

Posted on July 13, 2020 by crispina kemp

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

 

 

 

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if I give you all the love

Posted on July 13, 2020 by crispina kemp

thelonelyauthorblog's avatarThe Lonely Author

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

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