Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

Tick Tock

Posted on February 25, 2023 by crispina kemp

Hearing the clock The slow tick-tock The minute-by-minute Move of the hands Inexorable, the slip of the sands Countdown to tragedy Oh woe, alas, what’s to become of me A noose awaits me on the morrow A noose that will … Continue reading →

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Sixth Out From The Sun

Posted on February 18, 2023 by crispina kemp

Jo deemed it utterly unfair. It wasn’t his fault if he came across as cold, remote, unfriendly. It was down to his birth order and he’d had no control over that. Three older sisters, and two brothers, the sixth child … Continue reading →

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To My Would-Be Valentine

Posted on February 11, 2023 by crispina kemp

Oh would-be lover, I entreat No more of your rough-hewn poems without meat I tire of this naïve talk of the moon And how you swoon It’s altogether too jejune 30 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Jejune

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Listen to Me

Posted on February 4, 2023 by crispina kemp

Don’t speak to me of your spending-spree Nor your vacation by the sea Truth, my dear, I fail to see What reasons for your fanciful glee Overspent The bank’s not going to relent They’ll charge you double Their fees will … Continue reading →

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I Blame That Op

Posted on January 28, 2023 by crispina kemp

The world can go spin The neighbours make whatever their din The vicar commit his endless sin Cos I’m telling you, Jimmy That full frontal lobotomy Was the very end of me Until that op I didn’t have this apathy … Continue reading →

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Gemini

Posted on January 21, 2023 by crispina kemp

Castor and Pollux, thrown high into the night sphere – hanging around with nothing to do Talented at acquiring more talents – if not with innate abilities then through their trading and dubious dealing Maybe not kings but guardians of … Continue reading →

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Intrigue

Posted on January 14, 2023 by crispina kemp

It was cryptic, the script which lay before me, written in an Elizabethan Secretarial Hand. By the spymaster himself? Could it be? It was well preserved; it must have been the best quality vellum, and first time used, not marred … Continue reading →

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The Wizard from the Bosphorus

Posted on January 7, 2023 by crispina kemp

He was a Turk, a wizard from the Bosphorus His spells, we all agreed, sounded totally monotonous Ponderous, not at all sonorous In a tongue that was to us quite barbarous But alas—alas!—he’d spotted us It seemed the wizard wanted … Continue reading →

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Time For An Update

Posted on December 31, 2022 by crispina kemp

At this turning of the year, I take the opportunity to update you on where I am with my writing. Five books of The Spinner’s Game published 2020 Learning to Fly published 2021 Roots of Rookeri published 2022 And now … Continue reading →

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No Blessed Time

Posted on December 24, 2022 by crispina kemp

It’s a well-known fact That Christmas festivities a family can wreck The sanctimony displayed by a spouse always right Brothers bickering over their patrimony into the night The acrimony of whose gifts are pricier Whose nieces and nephews behaved the … Continue reading →

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