Competition – Page 35 – Boadicea's Chariot

What and where?

Have a guess. No googling or wha’ever! Clues: they can only do it here in winter and never at the origin. The prize is curry for two in B’ham.

Photo. Comp. February 2012

We did Chaos, and it caused a little. So let us try ” Order” and see if we can bring some of that to the party.

Just in case there is doubt, it can be human created order or natural order.

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An ‘extra’ reflection or two – poetry comp Feb

Reflection 5

Quite diff’rent from a turning track

That sends both teams awry,

This wicket suits their quicks it seems

But never ours. ~~Dubai~~. Bye bye.

Reflection 6

That boy said calmly, turning back,

I know this ‘ere’s a galleon;

But please excuse me if I ask:

“Is our Captain an Italian?”

A civilised cup of tea (Earl Grey) this afternoon at my Aunt and Uncle’s house provided the photo opportunity I needed to enter the current photo competition here on the Chariot. A chance ray of sunshine lit up the water vapour as it streamed up into the air above the teapot spout as each movement in the room changed its shape and momentum – and after the tea was poured more visible clouds chaotically formed and dispersed in the sunshine.

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Reflections on that boy – poetry comp Feb

Soutie’s scientific treatise on the universe has driven me to introspective distraction, allowing waves of cosmic energy to stimulate my creative juices (n’ aw that) and producing this: Continue reading “Reflections on that boy – poetry comp Feb”

Three in a Row?

I know, I know hogging the front page.

Soutie has kindly brought it to my attention elsewhere that unless someone (anyone) steps forward in the next several days with a picture for the Photo Comp. I shall win by default, being the only soul brave or stupid enough to post an entry therein.

Besides being a crying shame, just try to imagine just how difficult it will be to put up with the arrogant and condescending outbursts that may result from such an eventuality.

So buck up, children and let’s not let the side down, eh, eh.

February Poetry Comp. – Casabianca

OK, I did not know it was called that either, but after all I’m just a retired techie (right Janus?)

Except for the original, all the versions I know are “unsuitable for family viewing” as they say here in rural Maryland.

So let us innovate, if you wish you can keep the first line, or if you choose, change it to set the scene elsewhere, but keep the ballad meter and the a-b-a-b rhyming scheme. Short or long is OK, the original is an unending twenty verses of Victorian melodrama.

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February Creative Writing Competition.

I’m off! Not a flounce, but I’m off to visit the UK or what may still remain of her on February 22nd. It’s my sister’s seventieth birthday in early March and I promised to take her out to dinner. How she has arrived at such a great age is beyond understanding as I am still a young fella. So judging this one may be a bit complicated, but I will have sufficient electronic hardware with me to manage a smallish space mission so I expect it will be achieved.

Theme? Yes, in keeping with the activity the title is “The Journey” the required words are “androgynous” and “philosophical”.

Fond as I am of the novel form I am restricting this one to a minimum of one thousand and maximum of two thousand words (sorry Ferret).

Closing? Let’s make it midnight (GMT) on the very special day, February 29th 2012 .