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Pop a Poppy
The Winter Solstice and I seek a suitable photo both for that and for Maria’s #2019picoftheweek challenge. And have to flip the calendar back to summer… The vibrant red of the common field poppy, *popped* against washed-out grey foliage, makes … Continue reading
Song of the Solstice
Dead Dame of the Solstice, rise from your coffin Shine light in my heart, your heat on my skin Rise from the southlands, rise into the heavens Fill me with light though cold winter begins. Daughter of Dawn, your bright … Continue reading
Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia
Originally posted on crispina kemp:
Like all writers words cast a spell upon me, a fascination. But, I swear, I didn’t go looking for hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia. It found me. But it started me thinking. This is the result. For the writer…
What Pegman Saw: A True King’s Insignia
Born of an egg, five hundred years in the hatching. Born into enmity with the Nagas, his one thousand siblings; bound into peace by Buddha. Taken by Vishnu to be his vehicle, to transport him horizon to horizon, fast as … Continue reading
Posted in Mostly Micro, On Writing, Thoughts
Tagged Garuda, Mythology, Nagas, What Pegman Saw
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At the Meeting of One with Another
We humans have recognised the liminal times since our first awakening – the change of winter into spring, of summer into winter, the pivotal solstice as the old year yields to the new. So too the liminal places where water … Continue reading
Seven Years On…
Do you remember your seventh birthday? Mine: I remember we’d not long moved from a bungalow to a house. I loved the stairs, a wonderful adventure playground (alas, my mother did not agree!) And here’s a parallel: Today is my … Continue reading
The Mallet and the Egg
It is imperative we reduce CO2 levels from its present level of 400 ppm, to 150 ppm. You’re sure you heard that right, Buster? Only at 150 ppm all plant life dies. Yeah, sure. That’s the only way to solve … Continue reading
Posted in Mostly Micro, Thoughts
Tagged Climate Change, Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt, Shorts
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I have a new name…
NOTE. NOTE. NOTE. NOTE. As of yesterday, crimsonprose has a new name. Mine. AND a domain. Yep, after seven years of hiding behind the blog’s name, I’ve arrived. crispinakemp.com But other than that, nothing changes. All links remain. Your comments … Continue reading
BTW
BTW I shall be off-line for a while today while my laptop visits the doctor. I hope to be back on by the evening. But here’s advance warning in case…
What Pegman Saw: They Came to Trade
They came to trade, they stayed to rule, They came with strange weapons and their tools; They claimed the protection of their god And believed that we’d be overawed. They took our food, they took our land, They broke us, … Continue reading
