This week’s #writephoto is below. Check out the rules and all of the fabulous entries by clicking on the link.
They hadn’t spoken for centuries.
Each would sneak out in the dead of night, hoping to destroy as much as they could.
What was the purpose?
Why did they hate each other so much?
What was the ultimate objective?
They didn’t know.
They didn’t care.
They just knew……………..
They were arch enemies!
I’m happy and I’m shallow
but sometimes I am deep
I’ll often write best sellers whilst I am fast asleep
Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs.
This week the title or lyrics of the song must contain a colour. (For my American friends that is one of the many words where you took out the U for some reason!)
If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.
Last week I chose “Even in the Shadows” by Enya and I’ve decided to indulge myself further this week by offering “Caribbean Blue”, another Enya song.
The video for this is really rather clever. It is other worldly, dreamlike, with a generous smattering of childhood magic. The lyrics include a bit of Latin so I hope that you paid attention at school.
Eurus Afer Ventus – South African Wind
Boreus Zephyrus Africus – Northern West and Southwest
These are all ancient Greek wind gods, or Anemoi
Please sit back and enjoy this lovely song.
Eurus
Afer Ventus
So the world goes round and round
With all you ever knew
They say the sky high above
Is Caribbean blue?
If every man says all he can
If every man is true
Do I believe the sky above
Is Caribbean blue?
Boreas
Zephyrus
If all you told was turned to gold
If all you dreamed was new
Imagine sky high above
In Caribbean blue
Eurus
Afer Ventus
Boreas
Zephyrus
Africus
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Nicky Ryan / Roma Shane Ryan / Enya
Caribbean Blue lyrics © Emi Music Publishing Ltd
Glossop is windy and wild
but lately the weather’s been mild
they blamed global warming
for storms not conforming
Nat Nutter* just sat back and smiled
Glossop is a market town in the High Peak, Derbyshire, England, 15 miles (24 km) east of Manchester, 24 miles (39 km) northwest of Sheffield and 32 miles (51 km) north of the county town, Matlock, near Derbyshire’s borders with Cheshire, Greater Manchester, South Yorkshire and West Yorkshire. It is between 150 and 300 metres (492 and 984 ft) above mean sea level, and lies just outside the Peak District National Park. It probably dates from the 7th century.
Architecturally, the area is dominated by buildings constructed of the local sandstone. There remain two significant former cotton mills and the Dinting railway viaduct. Glossop has transport links to Manchester, making the area popular for commuters.
*‘The Gnat Hole Wood, Glossop, is very pleasant in the Summer time when there are no gnats about. The small stream of water that runs through the wood at one place forms a small pool; this was known as Old Nat Nutter’s Porridge Kettle. She had the reputation of being a witch and fortune teller and used this pool for unholy practices and incantations. She was a bogey to children.’ [Glossop Advertiser, 1913]*
Easter Sunday, boiler’s broke
phone the gas, they send a bloke
social distance makes it hard
shout to him across the yard
Cat goes crazy, races round
scratches bloke then goes to ground
launches right across his head
goodness me I think he’s dead
Thank the Lord he’s coming round
the cat once more has gone to ground
the boiler well and truly broken
the bloke at least has now awoken!
No cats, or blokes, were hurt in the writing of this poem! The boiler, however, is crying – all over the once dry bedding and towels. Happy Easter everyone.
Thank you to Jim Adams, who hosts Song Lyric Sunday and gives us the chance to share lots of familiar, and some not so familiar, songs.
If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.
Of course, it’s only natural that the prompts are what they are, and there really is a lot to choose from for Christmas music. I’m not going to be giving you lots of detail about my choices this week because Christmas is all about joy, sharing, giving, children, love, and a little respite from the stress and strains of this cut and thrust life we all seem to be part of now.
I’d like to share a little bit of joy with you all, and to thank Jim, for hosting this weekly share of music for this year, Helen Vahdati who started this great weekly event, and all of the participants and readers who are part of it all. May you all have a blessed Christmas and a Happy and healthy New Year ahead.
Please enjoy the music of Trans Siberian orchestra.
Firstly with the magic of Christmas Eve for a little girl. Will she get back before her mother catches her?
There’s SNOW AND KITTENS!
and secondly, if you must have lyrics, then here we have Christmas Canon. You’re watching the official music video for Trans-Siberian Orchestra – “Christmas Canon” from the album ‘The Christmas Attic’ (1998). “Christmas Canon” is set to the tune of Pachelbel’s “Canon in D”.
and an alternative recording with lyrics on screen:
Christmas Canon
Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
the joy that he brings
(Merry Christmas) the joy that he brings
(Merry Christmas) the joy that he brings
(Merry Christmas) the joy that he brings
This night
We pray
Our lives
Will show
This dream
He had
Each child
Still knows
This night
We pray
Our lives
Will show
This dream
He had
Each child
Still knows
This night
We pray
Our lives
Will show
This dream
He had
Each child
Still knows
This night
We pray
Our lives
Will show
This dream
He had
Each child
Still knows
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
On this night
On this night
On this very Christmas night
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul O’neill / Paul F. O’neill
It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by Geralt at Pixabay.comShe was expert in Octal, and knew that octal numerals can be made from binary by grouping consecutive binary digits into groups of three (starting from the right). She was using that to solve the problem that could save Earth.
A pity that her magnetism was distorting the monitor!
(280 characters)
It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by nahidhatamiz at Pixabay.comThe Head of Catering promised it would be the best pie ever!
Forget four and twenty blackbirds. This was going to have a hundred Jackdaws.
The great pie day arrived. The public and press eagerly awaited the grand reveal.
The Jackdaws were there, but where was the Head of Catering?
(278 characters)
A Polar Bear, cuddly, and cute
loved sliding downstairs on a chute
She lived on the ice
ate sugar and spice
and played every day on the flute
Fun Polar Bear Facts for Kids (and older kids)
Polar bears live in the Arctic.
Polar bears have black skin and although their fur appears white, it is actually transparent.
It is the largest carnivore that lives on land.
Polar bears use sea ice as a platform to hunt seals.
Seals make up most of a polar bear’s diet, although this one also likes hot dogs!
Time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creativity. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
Photo by Glamazon at Pixabay.comAway with the fairies
Mary placed fresh flowers by the picture frame every Friday, the day that her 4 year old son had jumped into the picture.
He’d always insisted that the fairies talked to him, and said he could join them. She’d played along, and said how lovely it would be.
She regretted that now!
(280 characters)
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