For Sophia

Posted on April 30, 2019 by crispina kemp
Butterfly Vulnerable

Red Admiral: 12 June 2017

I discarded riches, discarded clothes
Discarded flesh from off my bones
To take the step incomparable
To stand before you,
Vulnerable.

Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

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What Pegman Saw: Different Times

Posted on April 29, 2019 by crispina kemp
Lod, Israel

An old tree grows in ancient Lod in Israel: from Google Maps

Different times
Different places
Different people
With different life-courses
So many ways to live a life
So many triggers to needless strife.

Written for What Pegman Saw

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Upon a Woodland Floor

Posted on April 28, 2019 by crispina kemp

When the woods turn blue I know spring has settled in, and summer won’t be long.

Bluebell woods

Green Hills Woods, Costessey: 23rd April 2019

bluebells

The English bluebell, mark of an ancient woodland: 23rd April 2019

The task is which photos to use. So many this year. And amongst the blue, shyly hiding, there is white.

wood sorrel

Tiny, delicate, wood sorrel: 23rd April 2019

wood anemone

The wood anemone, most delicate of its family: 23rd April 2019

Photos all taken in Green Hills Woods at Costessey.

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The Lone Pine

Posted on April 27, 2019 by crispina kemp
Lone Pine

All by myself, don’t wanna be: 23 April 2019

I remember this hilltop pine plantation. I watched it grow from knee-high dinky saplings, to a dark and forbidding pathless place, devoid of life. I returned after twenty years away to discover the canopy had risen high, and the light flooded in, dancing around the red-barked trunks, a place that invited footed beasts, myself included. Then, last year, the loggers moved in.

No, no tears. That’s only the crown of the hill. There’s a rich and diverse deciduous woodland all around it.

For the title, Here I Stand, in #2019picoftheweek Challenge

[For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia]

 

 

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CCC24: Knock-knock

Posted on April 25, 2019 by crispina kemp

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #24

KNOCK-KNOCK

Now who is that, come so late to complain of his fate?

KNOCK-KNOCK

Who dares to tap in the dead of night just to plead his miserable plight?

KNOCK-KNOCK

The lord turned over, ignored whoever had come to implore.
For the lord has a heart iron-bound like his door

While the iron-bound oaken door above—to be found at All Saints church, Chedgrave, in Norfolk—dates only to early C19th, it sits in a C12th doorway.

Carved arch to the door at Chedgrave church

Alas, this isn’t as glorious as the doorway at nearbyAshby St Mary which I featured in a post By the Parishioners Doorway in July last year.

Ashby St Mary c;lose up

Ashby St Mary c

 

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #24

Posted on April 24, 2019 by crispina kemp

CCC24

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.

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Beneath the Pier

Posted on April 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

Cromer Pier, at the turn of the tide: 8th May 2018

Down to the shore I went, to find some pressable pieces.
A frond of seaweed that looked like a mat.
a short frayed length of plastic tat,
and a paper bag, with sand pressed in its creases.

Back in the studio with a length of card added
which was purposely multiple random hole splattered,
my imagination now churned and chundered:
what pleasing picture might I conjure?

Items displayed, I began the process:
Cut to size, cow-gum applied and dried,
Ink mixed and spread, card to print-guide.
Beneath the Pier: despite the stress, new off the press,
a seascape print, my graphic’s tutor to impress.

Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt:
Impress, in 104 words

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For England and St George

Posted on April 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

St George (left). England’s Protector, Celebrate today 23rd April

I am a female English born, my birth-certificate tells me so;
Though I will admit a tiny bit (1% of the total genome) in the Levant began long ago.
Doubtless that bit joined the Diaspora, at least for the one lustful night,
For the Jews of Europe contributed another itsy-bitsy 1-part-in-a-100-byte.
And I’m thinking my itsy-bitsy Jewish ‘bit’ to-or-from Russia did emigrate
Which explains that further 1%. Totting it, that makes 3%. Great.

The olive groves of Italy and Greece donated 2% of me
And the passionate paella-eaters of Iberia added a further 3.
Could this 5% be the combined contribution of the Roman invasion?
Yet it’s the bigger chunks are my forefathers most recent donation.

A whole 20% from the Celtic fringe
From Scotland, a redhead nicknamed Ginge.
Add 19% from the Vikings and Danes.
Yet a measly 3 from this land of leafy green lanes!

So whence the rest, the other half of this English lass with an English past?
From Germany, Netherlands, Flanders and France
I’m a typically English lass, made from nights of foreign romance.

A modern take on The True-Born Englishman by Daniel Defoe

Poem for St George

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What Pegman Saw: Semjaza’s Descent

Posted on April 22, 2019 by crispina kemp

This wasn’t his first tour of duty; he’d been stationed here twice, though it was his first visit to this southern continent.

He shuddered and quivered: his body’s rebellion. How did the grey techs do it? It wasn’t only the unimaginable distances; it was the way the sleep reversed most signs of aging. Think what that did for his pulling-power; it had to be worth a little sickness.

Beneath him … white, a blanket of cloud … his craft cut through it … it thinned …

Woah! Shit! No!

He’d have hit the brakes hard if his craft had had them.

Land in the high places, the grey techs said, where the natives can’t see your craft.

Yikes! But what were those natives doing, building houses up here?

Semjaza pulled up, a steep bank to his right.

Too late; ill-judged. His craft smashed into the mountain’s granite face.

 

Wordcount: 148

Written for What Pegman Saw: Cusco

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Sunday Picture Post: Flauna

Posted on April 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

Flauna: A photo featuring both flora and fauna

A peacock butterfly soaks up the sun amidst a bed of red dead-nettles: 17 April 2019

Bees love the nectar-rich dead-nettles: 23rd March 2019

I like the nectar of the harmless dead-nettles too. Just tweak out a flower and nibble the base of the sweet nectar-holding tube. Yum. Makes a walk doubly pleasing. (A word of advice: don’t try it where farmers have been spraying!)

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