Many thanks to all those who entered :
Janus’ soon to be ex-dwelling and good luck with your move to a very lovely spot without the wind turbine horror.
Soutie’s very pleasant Port Alfred weekend retreat by the ocean.
Christina’s “Des res, iron age style” : interesting take on the theme.
Christopher submitted a photograph of a modest London residence occasionally inhabited by HM Queen Elizabeth II.
Despite the weather, it is no longer March, and St George’s Day, the Bard’s day, looms large. Soon we will lie back and think of England again, surrendering to the Missus the Muses once more.
So might one respectfully suggest the Management might update the competition links to reflect our new mood?
Smileys and things.
A cherished colleaugue must be able to do it: find a path around the town which crosses each bridge only once.
The theme this time is dwellings: abode, castle, commorancy, den, digs, domicile,dump, establishment, habitat, habitation, haunt, hole in the wall, house, lodging, pad, quarters, or residence.
Continue reading “April 2013 Photography Competition: Dwellings”
It’s finally arrived here, sunshine that is. Leaped from the low 40’s (5C) to the high 80’s (30C) in the space of two days, no Spring, one day Winter, next day Summer. Actually it’s 91 (33C) as we speak.
So the theme for the April Poetry comp. must be SUNSHINE. Any form and length, what a blessing it is to have sunshine again , it’s been a long winter.
Closing date? Let’s say April 30, midnight somewhere.
Commissioning the boat so I’m off back to the bilges for a while.
If LW is out there somewhere, might one invite him to titillate one’s muse with a poetic challenge?
Well, our cherished poets certainly dreamed this time, just as they were invited to. So my eggy-toast repast served by a disorientated Backside (unable to deal with the summertime change) has been full of unlikely images. It must be the effects of the subarctic conditions, all recorded here: https://charioteers.org/2013/03/14/easter-poetry-competition/
FEEG’s ode from a bunny was short and sweet, as was Papag’s scientific Christianity; joined later by two ‘blank verses’, LW harking back to a dysfunctional family life and Soutie giving us a new slant on ‘be prepared’.
Then the two heavyweight entries from Araminta and LW. Could I hear our Cilla’s rendering of ‘What’s it all about?’ in Arrers’ poem? Or was it ‘Just imagine’ – life without the DT? And then LW’s tribute to old Eostre herself, whose very own eggs have a lot to answer for (allegedly).
If you really think upon it
its really astronomic
how Jesus was bionic
and made the Easter parade;
so wear your hat or bonnet
and sing this Easter sonnet;
its really quite euphoric
at the Easter parade.
I think Easter is all about women
not all that religion and stuff
It’s spring and their hormones are stirring
to me it is all clear enough
It started back in them Dark Ages
With Eostre, a Godesss, who then
blessed the ladies with something
that makes them so different from men
They don’t like the menfolk to know it
so dress it all up rather well
with eggs, and most of all bunnies
which each have their stories to tell
The eggs women keep very private
in wait for some fellow to call
they only need us for a minute
the rest, they handle it all.
The bunnies, we all know what they’re at
whenever they are given a chance
it’s all really about procreation
and nothing to do with romance
To the poor men I offer this moral
enjoy the weekend of bunny and egg.
The rest of the year could be lonely
unless you are willing to beg.
PS I’ll find my own way out.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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