I Wanna Do It Again! – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #83

Thought I was going to wait until tomorrow to post but got blown away by the wind outside and came in for a break.  It is time for Crispina‘s CCC number 83.  I seem to be in a reminiscing mood. Or the photo prompts are jarring old memories.  Either/or.  The horse in the background made me think of one of the horses at the ranch because he had the colourings of an Oreo cookie There was a fight between calling him Caffoon or Oreo, so they compromised and called him Cafforeo.  The things that remain in my memory banks, sheesh…

I Wanna Do It Again!

Summer of ’75, our family vacation was at Golden Acres Ranch in the Catskill Mountains of New York.  Think “Dirty Dancing” but with horses.  And I dunno if we were the only Gentiles there, but it sure felt like it.

(My youngest sister, Tracy, has been a horse fanatic since she can talk and walk. She tried to convince Dad that we could keep a horse in our backyard and she’d take care of it, promise!)

We were having a lesson in the main ring when Tracy’s horse, Cafforeo, took off like a bat outta hell, Tracy holding on tight, a smile the size of Canada across her face.

Mom and Dad and Mike, our teacher, ran like crazy to catch up with them, now safely in Cafforeo’s paddock.

“What did you do to make him take off like that?” Dad yelled.

“I dunno!  But I want to do it again!”

Didn’t have a picture of Tracy so here I am on my favourite horse named Muddy

 

Ponte Vecchio – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #81

Good Thursday afternoon, my peeps!  I haven’t played in a while but when I saw this photo and knew I would this week.  Crispina is most generous in her rules and regulations and to find out just what she expects of those of us who participate, just click here. You’ll see, just about the only thing she stresses is not more than 150 words, which I, phew! did not surpass.

Ponte Vecchio

Diana and Anne sat on the wall beside the river, under the bridge, and watched the slow flow of the river.  Anne was regaling Diana with her stories filled with imagination.

“Let’s pretend we are in Florence, or, like they say in Italy, Firenze!  We are walking along the Arno River and come upon the Ponte Vecchio.  Isn’t it just the most romantic thing, Diana?”

Diana could only nod her head, unable to add a thing.

“You’d have your beau and I’d have mine—”

“Gilbert Blythe!”

“Bite your tongue, Diana! He’s vile and I’ll have nothing to do with him!” Anne’s eyes flashed.

“You doth protest too much, my friend. But please, do continue with your story.”

“Hmph! As I was saying, you have your beau and I have,” she looked at Diana with warning, “mine.  We would secure our love forever with padlocks.”

“What a silly thing to do!”

 

Word count: 150

The above picture is the central part of one of the bridges crossing the Arno, and the one that inspired my little visit with Anne of Green Gables.  (Don’t ask, it’s a mystery what goes on up in my noggin, at times.  For those unfamiliar, Diana is Anne’s best and bosom friend and kindred spirit.)  The story went in a whole ‘nother direction than planned.  As can happen, right?

Below are two pictures of the real Ponte Vecchio I took during my dream trip in 2016 and I cannot believe I have NONE with all the locks!  There were so many people in front of it, I thought I’d pass by later but guess I didn’t. Oh well. Thought you’d enjoy nevertheless.

 

 

 

Unwelcome – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #78

Well now.  I dunno where this came from… oh yeah, right.  Once I found the good pic to go with, the story formed.  How often do we read (or see movies) about the person who moves into a town and is not accepted? Not a fun proposition, I suspect.  Click here to see more stories!.

Unwelcome

Is he gone, yet?  I can’t bear to look at him!

Yeah.  He’s leaving.  I scared him off, good.  I told him we didn’t allow his kind around here.  I don’t know who he thought he was believing he could just fit in.  His horns are not long enough; his coat is too short plus it’s black!  Honestly.  We are a close-knit community. He would have caused all sorts of problems.

That’s right. We don’t like newcomers thinking they can just move in and join us. They bring ideas and disrupt our peace of mind. Good riddance.

A Shed of One’s Own

Wow… would you lookit that. Me, combining two prompts. Who’d a thunk? It’s like this, see.  I have been trying to find an original way to use Crispina‘s fabulous photo (since Thursday) – including finding some of my own to accompany it (which I did) but the words would not come.  Merril told me hey, dVerse today is a quadrille – a poem in exactly 44 words, not including the titel – in which you must use the one word provided.  So I did, Today the word is close.  After a day out there, and despite many kind comments, I have revamped this. I didn’t like it.

A Shed of One’s Own

 

A room of one’s own, said she

It’s but an excuse

To close out distraction

And let her thoughts roam free

 

House is too crowded, she cried

Must escape the noise

A shed in the woods she found

‘Tis the perfect place to hide

 

 

Redecorating – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #71

A little light-hearted take on Crispina’s excellent challenge.  I played a bit by putting my picture first coz, well, I can and I felt it needed to be 😉 Plus, Crispina is so very generous and open-minded about these things…

Stay safe out there!

Redecorating

Querido, I was thinking of redecorating.  This place needs a good paint job to go with this upgrade of yours, don’t you think?  I mean, it’s great that you have built this wonderful porch with a roof so we can sit outside protected from both sun and rain. The colours are just so drab and the rust is coming through. It’s ugly.

What are you planning, Corazón? Any particular colour scheme in mind?

The other day I was taking a walk on the beach, I saw this little shed-like thing.  That’s what I want!

Uhhh…. Seriously?  A little garish, no?

 

Rise Up – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #68

I missed out on Crispina‘s challenge last week and thought there is no way I’ll have the time this week but lo and behold.  I found a picture I took during a bike ride of our Champlain Bridge being worked on (which has since been replaced – poor thing lasted a mere 50 years…)

So, I made my story a continuation of Crispina’s, which you can read here.

Rise Up

Remember when they built changed Breydon Bridge in 1983?

Yeah, they replaced a sweet, charming stone one with steel and cement.

Was a necessary evil.  But get this.  It’s being replaced again.

What? Why?

It’s too low. They’re gonna rise it up so that ships can pass under.

Actually, it’s under construction as we speak.  Come I’ll show you!

 

©Globe and Mail

Side by side they are at this moment until the old is dismantled… Love watching our tax money going to waste…

What They Are – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #64

OK.  So.  In my mind, this story was going to go somewhere and be much more — well — more!  I had two options (read two photos) that I was going to mix into one story but that didn’t really come to be… And as I was writing this, yet another idea came to mind.  Sometimes we just become overzealous and end up scrambling more than anything else, eh?  So. I eliminated pretty much everything and decided to play off Crispina’s story (which you can read here); adding a part deux, if you will 😉  Sometimes ya just gotta throw it out there and walk away.  Thank you for tormenting me this week, Crisp!

What They Are

Crispina said them’s were the Elders from before, in the time of the Elders; before we were here. But her friend didn’t believe her.

That was most unfortunate.  Her words of disbelief stirred them from their contemplative slumber.  They were made to realise they had remained silent for too long.  They needed to remind this new generation about the old ways – before they were lost for good.

Their gently rounded shapes transformed to hard metal edges; their stance spread wide as they threw their heads back and roared.

“We are the Elders! You have lost your way!  We trusted you for too long and now must bring you back to the beginning.”

113 words

 

Over There – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #63

Hello, hello and welcome to Thursday!  Crispina has given us this cute little alpaca to play with this week.  And lo and behold guess what I have in my archives? You got it…  A little grass is greener on the other side happening here.  Hey, if you want to play, Crispina is open to pretty much anything.  Click here for the what’s what’s What!

Look at her over there, she is so lucky

She has friends to play with, she’s not alone

And is that a roof and a fence? She’s protected by the elements

Over There

Look at her over there, she is so lucky

She is alone, she doesn’t have to share

Green grass, no fence. She’s free to go where she wants

Zipped – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #62

Well, hell.  Crispina finally chose a picture that I had no matchy-matchy for!  And no, I was not going to go out with my camera searching for a similar situation.  Nope. That’s not how I roll.  So this week, for Crispina’s CCC, I am going a more classic route, if you were.  With a story of sorts.  Actually, I am doing something I thought I’d not done before but upon checking, not only did it once before but did it for THIS very challenge… go figure. So, for this challenge, a haibun.

 

ZIPPED

They were such a bright and colourful couple. No, not that they were colour-matched – he preferred earth-tones to her more jewelled ones.  I mean colourful in manner.  They were funny and entertaining, each sharing their part of the story they were telling; one speaking over the other but not in a rude take-over manner. They were just so enthusiastic it bubbled out uninhibited. There was never a dull moment when these two were on a roll… They each had their roles, working in harmony without losing themselves.

 

Individuals

They came together, just like

a perfect zipper

 

Word count: 98

Old vs New – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #59

Crispina‘s challenge is always a fun one for me to attempt. I like to find a photo to match or go with and I can’t believe I did find one – kinda/sorta 😉

 

Old vs New

You’re so old-fashioned and much outdated

You really ought to modernize

Each candle must be manipulated

Your light so dim, they strain their eyes

 

Look at me, you can see how far I’ve come

Their lives have become so easy

With a mere flick of the switch, I turn on

And it matters not if it’s breezy!