image by Alexas Fotos on pixabay
Look at her, how old…
Those lines around her eyes…
The drooping lids…
The softening of cheeks
not yet grown to jowls…
Those lines that cut into her upper lip…
A mouth too often pursed…
The neck…
No, that neck is fresh and smooth… as yet.
It’s just the face. My face.
A ghost of the future reflected back at me
From the looking-glass.
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Looking-glass in 64 words
The Spinner has escaped the web and is wandering the pages of Amazon worldwide!
While all five books of The Spinner’s Game, in both kindle versions and paperback, will be available from 21st March 2020, the kindles are available for Pre-Order.
When asked what she rated as the worst part of producing these e-books and paperbacks, the author Crispina Kemp answered, “The upload to Amazon process. It took an age.”
As might be expected when loading not one, not two, not five, but what amounts to ten books in one fell swoop.
Wizar
d! Crispina remarked in a self-congratulatory mood.
All books can be accessed from Crispina Kemp on Amazon
After the fantastical fungi forms of late, I give you a typical mushroom shape. It’s name? So many it could be that I won’t hazard the guess.
Like clustered lights aglow in the dark in a hollow log
I walk past this doorway on my every return from the shops, and always it catches my eye.
A touch of Art Decor on Great Yarmouth’s Old Fire Station: 31st December 2019
The Old Fire Station has long since been replaced, and the building converted into residential apartments.
I claim it as Detail, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #64
“What’s that?”
“What’s what?”
I nodded at the structure. “Them.”
“Oh, them. Them’s the Elders.”
“What elders?”
“The Elders that were here before we came.”
“But nothing was here before we came.”
“The Elders were here.”
I looked at her. She was joshing me, yea? “When?”
“In the Elder Times; when else, of course.”
I didn’t believe her. There was nought but a mud-bank here before we came.
Because to me, they look like three elders, with heads together, discussing what now to do with the town. Though I suppose they could be wishbones. The giant Roc perhaps?
CCC#64
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.
Imps being impish, sneaking away with a shroom… image by Hans Braxmeier on pixabay
I knew a family of imps when I was a kid
Lived behind the garden shed
My folks never saw them
Cos whenever they looked the imps promptly hid
I’d talk to them often though they’d rather play
Games vicious and tormenting
Left me with bruises and welts
That for endless days wouldn’t go away
They told me their names, they suited them well
Peccable, Perious and Pervious
Peccable nipped and pinched
Left me with lumps that then would swell
Pervious… shh, I shouldn’t be telling you this
Had desires beyond my young ken
He’d whip out his wazzy and… you know
But he swiftly tucked it when I gave him a kiss
As for the grandiose notions of Imp Perious… enough said.
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Imperious in 123 words
No, not the classic sci-fi movie, but probably the most un-fungus-looking fungus, White Brain (Exidia thuretiana)
White Brain, one of the jellies…
Well I did promise you a potential alien… 🙂
There is a wall around our town, which aptly fits Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek challenge title of Around Town.
Of the many intact stretches of the wall, I picked this one cos… well, seems someone might be living there.
The wall dates to 1261 when King Henry III granted Great Yarmouth the right to enclose the town… against the danger of pirates!
Want to know more? See this link.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #63
Who? Me? You want to make a picture of me?
Ow, but that’s… a-maaazing. Me? Are you sure you want me?
And I suppose you’ll want me to smile?
Oh dear. No, you’ll have to come back in a while.
Why? Because can’t you see? I’m naked. You’ll have to wait for a new coat to grow.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #63
I don’t often do cute but… isn’t he sweet! 🙂
