Damp-Erased

Posted on February 26, 2019 by crispina kemp
message-in-a-bottle by Atlantios

Image by Atlantios on pixabay

Walking the beach,
Washed within reach,
A message in a bottle.

Not indelibly inked;
Damp-erased,
Writing now indistinct.

Written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt

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What Pegman Saw: O Gaia

Posted on February 25, 2019 by crispina kemp

Mt Everest by Mauricio Junior Pegman

O Gaia, O Goddess, Giant amongst Titans, Mother of gods whose very height frightens
Forgive us.
Forgive our trespass upon your flanks; Forgive our rubbish left at our camps
Forgive our bodies, dead in their quest; Forgive the spikes driven into your breast
Forgive our affrontery, that we seek to conquer you; Forgive us that we do not honour you
Forgive us all the wrongs we do to you; We are but the newly-born next to you

78words

written for What Pegman Saw

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Sunday Fungi: Tea with the Elves

Posted on February 24, 2019 by crispina kemp
Scarlet Elf Cup

Scarlet Elf Cup: 21 February 2019

A magnificent Scarlet Elf Cup … first time seen, so I’m chuffed. A winter/early spring fruiting fungus, though small it’s easily seen. (Bristly bug thrown in for free!)

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A Particular Liminal Place

Posted on February 23, 2019 by crispina kemp
Bridge Over the Wensum

Bridge over the Wensum: 21 February 2019

This bridge marks the boundary of city and country with Norwich to one side, and the parishes of Costessey and Hellesdon to the other.

I claim it for #2019picoftheweek challenge title: Bridge, cos … it is.

For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge  see MariaAntonia

In memory of Margaret.

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CCC15: Mortality

Posted on February 21, 2019 by crispina kemp
Sunflower Dead

Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Flower.
Annual. Faded.
Flagging. Head-hanging. Dying
Reminder of our mortality.
Helianthus

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #15

I’d like to thank The Haunted Wordsmith for introducing me to this form: the Didactic Cinquain

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #15

Posted on February 20, 2019 by crispina kemp
Sunflower Dead

CCC #15

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.

Details of the photo are given, if relevant, below this line

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What Pegman Saw: Them

Posted on February 18, 2019 by crispina kemp

Songxicun, Jaingxi Province, China: Google Maps

I turned the corner and there she was, sat on the bench outside the inn. Alone.

By the way she dressed, I thought her a man. But closer, I saw her breasts, unbound. I swept a look round, fearful a child might see her so. Loose breasts beneath a skimpy vest, and trousers so tight they showed her crotch. If Uncle saw her, he’d cast her into the pound and send a runner to fetch the lord’s constabulary, though I’m not sure what her crime. Neither the name of her kind.

She upped from that bench when the innkeeper’s woman came at her with a threatening broom. ‘No market, no cash,’ the innkeeper’s woman said and waggled the broom at her. The strange woman ran.

What was she, who were her people? One of THEM, I suppose.

137 words

Written for What Pegman Saw

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Sunday Fungi: Shades of Green

Posted on February 17, 2019 by crispina kemp
green fungi 1

21st February 2017

Not a plate of soggy lettuce, but a bracket fungus host to algae, not an unusual phenomenon especially in woodland.

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To Wit …

Posted on February 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

Most of my owls live solitary lives scattered amongst my books.  But these two hooted and (h)0wled; they wanted no longer to be apart, they wanted t’woo together.

duet #5

Two of my owls perform a duet amidst my books: 13 February 2019

And so I set the stage and turned the spotlight upon them. And there, amongst my books, they performed their duet: To-wit t’woo.

#2019picoftheweek challenge: Duet

For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge  see MariaAntonia

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CCC14: Road to Nowhere

Posted on February 14, 2019 by crispina kemp
Marsh Road

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #14

Remember the road:
The road to nowhere;
Nowhere, where I go to dream;
Dream of better days, a better year:
A year that brings you home to me,
To me from out of nowhere

Written from Crimson’s Creative Challenge #14

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