Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake …
Um, ladies …
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog.
Ladies, wait!
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing,
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf …
Ladies, stop!
You wretched charlatans. All I want is a salve for my skin.
Written from Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
Portland Bill built a still in his cellar deep
Asked his ally, Emerald Sally, his secret for to keep
She kept it well, she dug a well, his moonshine for to store
All was fine till the cops saw the sign, now Bill distils no more
04/04/2019
The seldom-noticed catkins of the Weeping Willow …
28/03/2019
Pussy Willow in flower …
28/03/2019
Which willow is this? It could be one of many; call it Generic.
Rape seed-oil: 04/04/2019
This time of year the fields blaze yellow as the sweet-smelling rape seed-oil comes into bloom, and create landscapes sharp in Contrast.
[For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia]
Following an exchange with a new follow/follower, I was prompted to trawl the depths of my media library to locate some images I posted long long ago (Sept 2016).
Lo! Here they are. All were produced on my most ancient version of Coreldraw.
WEBLIGHTS: Inspired by the visual disturbances during the early stages of a migraine (of which I am well acquainted)
TRANSFORMATIONS: Two guesses the inspiration.
CHECKERED: A digital version of a painting long ago done in acrylics. At one time part of this formed the crimsonprose banner
MOBYSTRIP: It was an experiment in infinity
PSYCHOANGLES: The first image I used as a desktop background. Now I use my photographs as a random-view continuous slide-show
Crimson’s Creative Challenge
First were the Britons’ iron-clad chariot wheel-rims rattling as they raced along.
Then arrived slick-skinned hard-nailed southern sandals
in haste to decimate the rebel clans.
Soft-soled boots of Baltic seal-skin followed, peaceful in their homestead aims.
All disturbed by the pony-mounted army, Viking swords in hand.
But peace returned—if briefly—on the grant to one of land.
Now feet did mingle, native, immigrant, subject to the Zeelandic king.
Until … battle-hardened foreign knights on heavy-footed steeds rode in.
Next descended the Black Leveller, clad in Death’s bubonic boils;
opened wool-runs to yeomen farmers, encouraged weavers from the Kemp-lands.
I could go on …
But how, you ask, came this Wash Lane to be so name?
From the gush of clear filtered field-waters after heavy rain.
Wordcount 128
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge
This is the true history, and reason for its name.
#CCC
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)
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.
Details of the photo are given, if relevant, below this line
Wash Lane, Saxlingham, Norfolk. Why is it called Wash Lane? I’ll tell you tomorrow.
Silence
Heavy as tombstones
Curdles the hero’s heart and courage
Shrouds his love, his life
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt
Thilisi by Sergy Kachanov on Google Maps
This Tiflis, this Thilisi; this warm place.
Where to Tamar once the farmers gave their grain
Where Jason, seeking a golden fleece, a wife did gain
Where the sacred fires of Zarathustra burned
And initiates of the celestial Mithras turned
Where Early Christians planted a wide-armed cross
And later Moslem faith became the political boss
Where armies entered from each cardinal base
sat awhile, and left this Silk Roads’ meeting place;
This is Tiflis, this is Thilisi; this is the warm place.
Written for What Pegman Saw
Wordcount: 82
[The place-name means warm place]
The catkins of hazel fall like golden showers in spring; the catkins of willow are popularly known as pussy willow. But what about these?
The crimson catkins od the black poplar tree: 28 March 2019
Black Poplar is one of my favourites. Soon the leaves will appear, as fresh and sweet as the beech, with the autumnal tints of the oak.
crispina kemp 