Monthly Archives: Apr 2024
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #285 #Magic melody
From high up in the hawthorn tree
a beautiful song drifted down to me
I couldn’t see the melodic bird
but instantly knew what I had heard
not a skylark or even nightingale tweet
but a songthrush with its song so sweet.
Filed under Self compositions
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #361 #Etymologically speaking
During the early to late Middle Ages the general population well, mainly the breadwinner, enjoyed only one holiday each year, invariably a pilgrimage spent visiting a religious shrine. At the numerous pilgrim way service stations or inns catering for the travellers, drinks were served on trays of either wood or metal which were often stolen as souvenirs of the journey, hence the term, gone astray, the owners would thus feel betrayed and hired blonde, ample-breasted, tartan mini-skirted, stocking clad serving wenches in white blouses carrying nine tankards in each hand to serve tables.
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Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #359 #Know the Bard
Prospero, Alonso, Ariel and Gonzalo
Caliban, Adrian, even Francisco
if you are wandering from where came these names
then reading,”The Tempest,” should surely be your aim.
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #282
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.) You respond with something CREATIVE Here are some suggestions: An answering photo A …
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #282
I can only imagine that Charon is on his Easter break
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #284 #Do gooders eh.
Wearing dayglo, his cycling helmet back to front
we know he’s a typical safety conscious idiot
while missing the sign he’s run into the bush
I think it’s time he went home for lunch
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21st century tale of the riverbank
Ratty loved to sit on the grassy bank of the winding river. Relaxing in the warmth of the sun it was hard to stop his little eyes from closing, lean back and just lie with his head resting on one of the soft, sheep-nibbled tussocks. Today though it was not to be for he only had one thought in mind. Staring into the dark, gaping, arched mouth of the tunnel he was eagerly awaiting the next rush of foam coming out into the light of day. His nostrils and whiskers started to twitch and quiver in anticipation as he heard the iron grill rising, knowing a rush of sweet-smelling sewage would soon come pouring out once more as another mass of rubbish was discharged into the sparkling stream. Each time it occurred he would dive into the water, paws outstretched as he paddled through the grey scum on the surface of the water and with a merry smile on his face sift through the dark tumbling cloud examining any floating lumps for delicacies to take home to his little burrow where he could spread them out before Mistress rat and after she had made her choice they would both slowly eat their chosen meal.
Filed under As you read it, nature inspired, Self compositions, Short story