CCC#34: The Washer at the Ford

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34

He saw a woman at the ford
a wicker basket, hard ridged board
but this, mid-summer, and cloudless sky
the river at that ford ran dry.

He heard the woman start to drone
an ancient song with words unknown
a chant perhaps in verses three
a chant to set the waters free.

He stood a while and as he watched
from beyond that ford, the waters rushed
then knelt she with her linens blooded
and scrubbed them in the ford that flooded.

An ancient story filled his mind
of the Morrigan and Cúchulainn
of deaths this woman did foretell;
and in the distance heard he the knell.

The fool man stood so long in gaping
That around that corner a car came racing.
Ask not for whom that death bell tolls
For that washerwoman gathers souls.


Wordcount 131

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34

CCC#34

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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They Misunderstood

Original image by Prawny on pixabay, altered by cp

Careless, they accused.
But they misunderstood.
Not careless, said I,
and defiant, stood.
Carefree.


Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

14 words: Carefree

 

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What Pegman Saw: The Word of Grandfather-God

Pinar del Rio: Image by Murat Çelik on Google Maps

“Your Excellency.” Padre Bartolomé bowed his head and waited, a flick of his hand to the lad behind him, Bori-Damaso.

Diego Velázquez de Cuéllar looked up from the papers cluttering his makeshift desk.

Padre Bartolomé took that as permission to say more. “You enquired of the crops these Taino-folk grow.’

“Of the leaf, sí, that they do not eat.”

“It is their god.”

The lad, Bori-Damaso, waiting behind him, grunted something inaudible, his shaken head vehement that Bartolomé had said it wrong.

“Let the boy speak,” said de Cuéllar.

“Not god,” Bori-Damaso said. “Voice of god.”

De Cuéllar sat back to consider him. “Voice…? As in our Bible?”

“Sí, our grandfather-god sent tobacco to take his place among men. When we smoke, we talk with him.”

“He speaks good Spanish,” de Cuéllar observed.

“My son,” Padre Bartolomé said.


Wordcount: 139

Written for What Pegman Saw: Cuba

 

 

 

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Sunday Picture Post: Thistly Things

This Sunday four photos, two plants. Wrap your eyes around these. But be warned, they’re not flesh-friendly.

Cotton Thistle: 26th June 2019

The Cotton Thistle is native to East Anglia, but a garden escape elsewhere

Cotton Thistle: 26th June 2019

Of course, neither of these photos do justice to this thistle’s height (topping a man by a good 2 ft). But found on wasteland, I went for close-ups to exclude the junk.

Teasel: 26th June 2019

Another giant of the wayside. These can grow to ten feet or more. This was a junior, but it’s still early season. The teasel was used in the weaving industry. Tacked in dense arrays on a flat board, they were used for cleaning and aligning the wool fibres, and once woven, to raise the nap. Here it was growing alongside Dyer’s Weld. Cannot be coincidence.

Dyers Weld: 26th June 2019

Dyer’s Weld yields dyes in all shades of yellow; it was one the three plants used to dye the threads for the Bayeux Tapestry; woad and madder being the other two. Together they produced the ten colours used.

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Two Fine Horses

Hello, says these two fine horses: 4 April 2019

If you count legs you’ll discover there’s one hiding. But these two wouldn’t allow the third one to snuffle his snout in.

So … Hello, as per the title in Maria’s photo challenge

For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia

We found these two (three, but the third can’t be seen) when walking a country lane that led to …

4th April 2019

I was a tad worried about those loose horses with their low flying balls. Thank heavens there wasn’t a match that day!

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Friday’s Post: Poison

Not all plants are friendly. Here are two poisonous in all their parts. The first you’ve probably heard of since it brought Socrates to his end. The other … not so commonly known.

Hemlock. Lethal. 17 June 2019

Usually marked with random purple blotches, the stalk here is exceptionally bright, veers more to red, and barely shows any green. It grows to around 6′.

White Bryony 17th June 2019

A member of the cucumber family, those little white flowers produce bright red berries in late summer/early autumn. And as you can see by the tendrils, it”s a climber; it scrambles around and over everything.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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CCC#33: The Bishop and the King’s Bailiff

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #33

In 1285 King Eddy Longshanks sent an edict: To gather the geld from every hundred.

The bailiff of Trowse replied to the same: That the bishop of Norwich had refused him and even threatened excommunication.

An inquest was held, the matter laid bare.

In the face of the facts, King Longshanks expleted, called his Grandpère Jean a vulgar name. (Oops! Pardonne moi mon français.) But that accursed coin-clenching King John, to sweeten his toady, de Gray by name, had granted to the church the disputed manor.

Now never more would that manor be a lucrative source of taxes.


The story behind the story:

At the time of the Domesday Book, the manor of Trowse-cum-Newton Hall had been held by Archbishop Stigand. However, on Syigand’s death King William I took the manor into his own hands. It then hosted the Hundred Court where edicts were read and taxes collected. However, in 1205 a certain toady, John de Gray, lent King John some funds (how unusual that King John should need more money!) and as reward was *elected* as Bishop of Norwich. At the same time, he was also elected as archbishop of Canterbury. That one, however, the pope disallowed. As recompense, King John returned to Norwich cathedral land which they’d long petitioned was theirs. The Prior of Norwich caused to be built a country seat there and claimed for the land the usual church privileges. But, it seemed, neither the Church nor King John told anyone.

The matter came to a head in 1285, when the Prior of Norwich obstructed the king’s bailiff in his collection of king’s taxes—on pain of excommunication.

The inquest allowed the manor to continue in the hold of Bishop of Norwich.

After the Dissolution, Newton Hall became a retirement home for deans.

Today, the ruins of Newton Hall can be found at Whitlingham Country Park.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #33

CCC#33

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)
If you tag it #CCC others should be able to find it by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.


The ruins in the background once belonged to Norwich Cathedral.

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Shrine or Tomb or Place of Translation

Image by KAHLL on pixabay

I’d made a mistake, I shouldn’t have enrolled on this course. I’d never wrap my head around this alien culture.

“The body is then taken into the shrine,” the lecturer continued as onscreen an image appeared of what I’d swear was a Neolithic chamber tomb.

“You mean the dead are interred in the shrine?”

“No, not interred—”

“Then what? They store the corpse in the shrine while the bones decarnalise?”

“No. It is a total translation of the body in the flesh.”

“You mean as in the Rapture?”

“Except they’re dead, and it’s not to Heaven they go.”

“Sir,” asked a chap at the back. “Do we yet know their destination?”

“Nibiru. We think.”


Wordcount 115

Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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