Spring … in Tyrrel’s Wood: 23 March 2019
Tyrrel’s Wood has been a managed woodland since at least 1251, though the present extent has later plantation additions. Here I’m walking along the ancient wood-bank … and thus I claim it for the #2019picoftheweek challenge title: ( just) Into the Woods …
[For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia]
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #20
My grandma lived over the track
One up, one down, in a house painted black
A stile over the fence to the well out back
Oxlip meadow, goats and a wood stack
If I crossed the lines I’d get a smack
Cos my grandma, you see, lived over the track
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge
True story:
My grandparents lived beside the Norwich to London line, and the only way to it was across the track. My mother was terrified I’d wander across on my own; never paying attention, in a world of my own.
CCC#20
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
Level crossing on outskirts of Wymondham, part of the Wymondham to Dereham Steam Railway
Original image by satyariwari
Don’t you knock upon my door, I find you utterly scurrilous
And don’t you deign to speak to me, you who are discourteous
A pathetic poet-singer, to think yourself a second Orpheus
No romantic poet, you, but a caricature hilarious
My, but you stand upon a pedestal precarious:
That you consider yourself the worthiest;
That of you any other would be envious.
You wonder that I dumped you at the earliest?
Fortunate you, I am no murderess
Else I’d swing for you, you jumped-up Perseus
So now take note and walk away, for to your pleas I am impervious
Patagonia by Karman Garcia in Google Maps
The pixie lit upon my bed
and whispered softly near my head
‘If come with me this moonlit night
I’ll show a wonder to delight.’
Then up I got and followed true,
through woods, o’er moor, across the blue,
to the farthest ends of Earth,
to see this gem of surpassing worth.
Written for What Pegman Saw (Patagonia)
Cos to me, this looks like an opal. diamond-cut
My chosen title here is obvious. Something has given this fungus and accompanying herbage a thorough dusting. My guess is it’s fungus spores.
Spore-dusted fungi: 17th September 2018
Mark my confesion: It wasn’t intentional, it was quite accidental, my attention down rather than up. in my need to exclude the non-consenting general public I lopped off the cross at the top.
Wymondham Market Cross (absent the cross): 26th February 2019
Though neither round nor square, I claim this neither/nor octagon for the #2019picoftheweek title: Square/Round.
[For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia]
Wymondham Market Cross dates to 1617, when it replaced the previous cross that, alas, had been crisped and charred in a fire. The arsonists later paid their dues here (tried, sentenced and hanged).
Why a market cross? Well, these originally stood in the churchyard, where all markets, fairs, land transactions and marriages occurred … deals made in the sight of God were considered secure. But in C14th the Church got uppitty and said enough’s enough, there’s to be no more. And so the market crosses were moved to sites more secular. Some, like this one, then grew to be notable places. Here the guilds met. Here the taxes were paid. Here disputes were settled. And here the criminals tried.
The upper chamber now functions as the Tourist Information Office.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge CCC#19
The way is steep, the day is hot
A foot-weary slog to reach the top
I check my watch, what do I see?
Oh. it’s 12 o’clock!
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19
CCC#19
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
Roadsign found on eastern reach of Mousehold Heath (Norwich, Norfolk)
Yet another sunset over Breydon
Oh Sammi, Sammi, Sammi dear
What a project set
I’ve thought and thought and thought and thought
But I’ve had no inspiration yet
The solstices, they’re no problem
Summer and winter too
For those I’ll easily whip up a rhyme
I might even whip you up two
But these equinoxes are plain dithering different
And yet they’re not really, cos they’re the same
Equal, see; equal day and equal night
Equal dark and equal light
Blistering difficult this
I’ll give it a miss
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt: Equinox in 83 words
