Wood Hood

The forest ain’t what it used to be. First it was the logging, then the influx of non-native trees. More recently, these newcomers have become a real problem for the more established members of the community. In fact, some of the younger of these have started to cluster together and seem intent on making the natives feel intimidated. You know, they don’t even call it the forest any more. They have started saying things like, “Welcome to the Wood.”


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Blur

Blurred Photo of Woman in Red Running Through Poppy Field

Freddie Addery at Pexels

Did you see her?

If so, are you sure?

She departed so quickly

She was just a blur

Lasting relations

Were just not her thing

She revelled in causing

Broken-hearts with their sting

It’s not that she’s evil

It’s not that she’s bad

It’s that she’s bit flighty

A self-professed nomad


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Year Past


Bradley Pelish at Unsplash

Danno stood on the boundary and tried to make out what lay ahead. All he could make out was more haze and confusion. He had been in a similar place before; a year ago in fact. He looked behind him, and then forward again. Surely, 2022 couldn’t be any worse than 2021. Then again, he thought that the year before as well. He looked back again and took it all in. “Into the mist,” he said aloud and stepped into ’22.


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Director


“The greatest film you will ever see”

Was emblazoned on the cinema marquee

The greatest film, though, definitely

Is the one I live, directed by me

Your drama too, as it unfolds

Will be full of the surprises – the future holds

You are the lead of your story – the best ever known

Be sure to direct it in a way to make it your own!


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Follow the . . .

It wasn’t exactly yellow bricks, but it would have to do. After all, they weren’t in Kansas any more, so Dorothy, Toto, the Scarecrow, headed down the Yellow Leaf Road in hopes of finding the Wizard. Little did they know that the Wicked Witch of East Anglia had an army of mustard-addicted canaries waiting to take carry them off to her evil realm of Norwich.


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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #159

Monarch’s Chair

Monarch of the Wood, I have seen your chair

Why was it that you were not there?

Is it that your realm invasion faces

With plastic, and filth in your precious places?

Have you gone – your lands to defend?

Shall you return at the battle’s end?

Or shall we weep that you have fled the place?

Please say, I pray, that’s not the case


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CCC 158