Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

With Clouds and Roses

Posted on June 8, 2020 by crispina kemp

You smashed into me with clouds and roses Shattering my composure Now the coloured fragments of my heart Reforming Becomes a kaleidoscope, enchanted 23 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Kaleidoscope

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When the Path Peters Out

Posted on June 2, 2020 by crispina kemp

“We’re lost,” Gretchen said with a hopeless groan. “Stupid, of course, we’re not lost. We haven’t turned off the path. Give us the map.” Hans snatched it from her. “See. There. The path continues.” “Into nettles and brambles, we can’t … Continue reading →

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Zeus… Lusting

Posted on May 25, 2020 by crispina kemp

Zeus lusting for the noble nymph Danae Gathered his clouds to screen his desires Called on Hephaistos to stoke up the fires Called for Ares to sharpen his weapons ∼His startling hard-thrusting lightning ∼His ear-cracking thunderous bolt ∼His chariot’s horses … Continue reading →

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Fade to Grey

Posted on May 18, 2020 by crispina kemp

Open to blue, the day is new. Block the moves… approves. Lights. Camera. Action. Fade to grey. 17 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Fade

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This Must Be the Place

Posted on May 11, 2020 by crispina kemp

Neve did a last-minute check of all things electrical. Then Rat came behind her and powered the computer. She half-heartedly scowled at him. He accessed iTunes and scrolled and selected – oh what a surprise – Talking Heads, This Must … Continue reading →

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Rock Star Ryan With Lyrics Forgotten

Posted on May 4, 2020 by crispina kemp

Rock-star Ryan, lyrics forgotten… Yikes! Couldn’t remember the tune either. 10 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tune

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The Fabric of Life: An Observation

Posted on April 27, 2020 by crispina kemp

The fabric of life of late has frayed Lost is the self-edge that should waylay it Warped and teased with covert intent to unravel According to those who conspiracies see No longer a cloth to support the living Now more … Continue reading →

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In High Traffic Season

Posted on April 20, 2020 by crispina kemp

Obsolete concrete hacked from the pavement Ear-muffled crew pneumatic hammering Why must they leave it till high-traffic season? Can anyone tell me the reason? 24 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Obsolete

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Bob the Footpad

Posted on April 13, 2020 by crispina kemp

Bob the Nomad Became a footpad Ventured far for he hadn’t a home Alas, poor Bob, forever to roam Bob the Nomad They claimed him a rough cad A ruffler of skirts, a wild cat hadn’t a backbone Such behaviour … Continue reading →

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Grandma’s Wedding Cake

Posted on April 6, 2020 by crispina kemp

Ellie tore the vines and grasses from the chest, opened it and dug deep to the bottom, To pull out a small package, wrapped in a plane leaf, darkly brittle. Black, the cube of hard pudding. Yellow, the icing, leached … Continue reading →

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