Tag Archives: poems

For England and St George

Posted on April 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

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 … Continue reading →

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And Did Those Feet

Posted on April 11, 2019 by crispina kemp

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 … Continue reading →

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Heavy as Tombstones

Posted on April 9, 2019 by crispina kemp

Silence Heavy as tombstones Curdles the hero’s heart and courage Shrouds his love, his life Written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt

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What Pegman Saw: This Warm Place

Posted on April 8, 2019 by crispina kemp

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 … Continue reading →

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My Grandma Lived Over the Track

Posted on March 28, 2019 by crispina kemp

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 … Continue reading →

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Pumped-up Perseus

Posted on March 26, 2019 by crispina kemp

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 … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Pixie Led

Posted on March 25, 2019 by crispina kemp

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 … Continue reading →

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CCC19: The Hill is Steep

Posted on March 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

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

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Twice Daily Covered

Posted on March 12, 2019 by crispina kemp

Sand-coated sea-stones, reds and blacks Masquerading tumbled green glass White and coloured quartz that glisten Jet and precious amber microscopic dust Cockles, lugworms, winkles, driftwood Starfish, crabs and mermaids’ purses Blackened groynes grown thick with limpets Castles, buckets, spades abandoned … Continue reading →

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Damp-Erased

Posted on February 26, 2019 by crispina kemp

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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