Tag Archives: Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt

Who But a Human

Posted on March 9, 2020 by crispina kemp

Perplexed, you say, pondering And I wonder what perplexities you mull upon now What confusion found though the evidence was clearly presented What contradictions cleverly wrought – in your opinion – to baffle and snaffle you What oxymorons, what tautologies, … Continue reading →

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Observations

Posted on March 2, 2020 by crispina kemp

Hand-axes, our first achievement While microliths marked the meso age Pottery, coiled and burnished, served neo farmers But copper and tin alloyed ushered in our worst epoch 27 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Epoch

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The Jobber’s Jobs

Posted on February 24, 2020 by crispina kemp

The way he cleared the site… that was thorough The clearings sorted into piles, biodegradable and non-perishable The way he loaded the metals and plastics into the skip… that was admirable The way he constructed a bonfire, safe so the … Continue reading →

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The Village Stones

Posted on February 17, 2020 by crispina kemp

Opinions were divided on the nature of the village stones. Were they carried here by giants to be sculpted in an ancient competition; said competition abandoned before any had completed a sculpture? Or were they beasts and beings, rejected and … Continue reading →

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In Fields Elysian

Posted on February 10, 2020 by crispina kemp

Oh, that I was a poet, Greek That I would not feel such a freak When on a beach I stretch all day And those grapes I hurl away So ripe, so sweet, they arouse me Rather suck upon the … Continue reading →

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A Ghost in a Glass

Posted on February 3, 2020 by crispina kemp

Look at her, how old… Those lines around her eyes… The drooping lids… The softening of cheeks not yet grown to jowls… Those lines that cut into her upper lip… A mouth too often pursed… The neck… No, that neck … Continue reading →

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Behind the Garden Shed

Posted on January 27, 2020 by crispina kemp

I knew a family of imps when I was a kid Lived behind the garden shed My folks never saw them Cos whenever they looked the imps promptly hid I’d talk to them often though they’d rather play Games vicious … Continue reading →

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Mr McGoo

Posted on January 21, 2020 by crispina kemp

Mr McGoo supped too much brew It’s true, phew, he hadn’t a clue He slumped on the pew with only one shoe Ignored all the fuss, looking askew Till sobered anew Written from Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Anew in 31 … Continue reading →

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General Genres on the Menu

Posted on January 14, 2020 by crispina kemp

I am an avid reader I eat books as another eats a feast Though wary I am of the English Bard His Complete Works is a beast On Christyesque Whodunnits I like to snack Thrillers and Political Espionage might fill … Continue reading →

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The Lady’s Maid

Posted on January 7, 2020 by crispina kemp

Up before the family stirs, rooms to clean, beds to turn, slops to empty, floors to wipe, rugs to lift and outside shake, grates and irons to clean, fires to lay in hearths and stoves, doors to answer, gloves to … Continue reading →

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