Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

Forbidden

Posted on December 28, 2020 by crispina kemp

Mailak slumped, legs slung over the precipice, swinging them idly. Mailak wasn’t happy. “I forbid you,” her father had said. “And I refuse your prohibition. I’m not a child. I’ve left you once already, you didn’t stop me then.” “No, … Continue reading →

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Not Worth a Quid

Posted on December 22, 2020 by crispina kemp

The lazy squid wasn’t worth a quid Lazing, languid, amongst the prawns and langoustine Forming liaisons potentially clandestine The fisherman pulled the shrimps and the octopi out of his pot Not a good catch, wouldn’t fetch him a lot But … Continue reading →

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Today I am Editing

Posted on December 14, 2020 by crispina kemp

Looked out the window Pink streak in the sky, sun not yet risen Best get the shoes on, but to bridge or to beach? I’ve time enough, I’ll go down to the sea Great photos I took of the sky turning … Continue reading →

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Why can we never agree?

Posted on December 7, 2020 by crispina kemp

I said poetic. He said pathetic. I said realistic. He allowed artistic. I said quizzical. He said risible. I said erotic. He laughed and said quixotic. 26 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Quixotic

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O Squire of the Shire

Posted on November 30, 2020 by crispina kemp

O Squire of the Shire You are a liar To set hearts afire With words like a choir You entangle roses in briar sweet You halt and hamper with bemired feet You wrap around with barb-some wire You besmirch, you … Continue reading →

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A Different Story

Posted on November 23, 2020 by crispina kemp

To travel back in time To change what has been done To alter the course of history Make it tell a different story But who dares foretell the events that follow upon that alteration? Would that story be better? Woe, … Continue reading →

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To Argue the Toss

Posted on November 16, 2020 by crispina kemp

                Wrangle… to entangle your tongue with a persistent antagonist To mangle angry words with an opportunist Or cling to the rocks, ignoring the knocks while you argue the toss with the surf-surging … Continue reading →

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Oh, Not Again

Posted on November 1, 2020 by crispina kemp

Oh, there she goes again Making like she’s not a big pain Limping like she’s bloody well lame “What’s the matter, lovey, can’t you keep up?” “You know I’m not well.” Yea, yea, yea, now whirl your arms and hug … Continue reading →

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This Slice of Light

Posted on October 26, 2020 by crispina kemp

Dark, my bed beneath the world Dark But wait What glimmering? What minor lifting of gloom? It slithers, this slither of light This slice that intrudes, that doesn’t belong. But whence it comes, this fabulous crescent? Has it fallen from … Continue reading →

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Waking Asleep

Posted on October 19, 2020 by crispina kemp

A nightmare, I know it is I’m LUCID dreaming I can wake from it I struggled to wake I woke in my bed NO! Not my bed I’m dreaming again I struggled to wake I woke in my bed NO! … Continue reading →

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