Poetry Monday :: Not a Poem - But Something Else

Monday is Poetry Monday. And today's prompt is Xerophyte.

But today there's no poetry forthcoming from MotherOwl. Some days ago The Pirate showed me a webtoon where the author works his way through the alphabet, drawing and writing funny verses with a sword, an animal (or two) and actions all starting with the same letter.
As of now he's made it to K.

And K is for  ... try and guess which weapon, which animal and what it's doing with the sword. Link in the end of this post.

For some days now The Pirate and I - me mostly to tell the truth - have been guessing what the next letter would bring. Only rarely hitting bulls-eye, but often being close.

The only thing coming to my min with Xerophyte is that I cannot find enough meaningful verbs to write a webtoon comic text after his model. I actually found a sword, the Xyele, the short, one-edged, slightly curved sword of the Spartans.
I wonder what this artist will do when he gets there.
My try in here. Can you do better? I have no doubts that the artist behind Swords will do better.

X is for Xyele.
Xeroxed by a xerophyte,
for a xenophobic xeme
dabbling in xylomancy.

Swords: K is for ...


- - - - - Coming Prompts - - - - -

September 7 My culture
September 14 Beach huts
September 21 Solstice
September 28 Bonfire
October 5 Rocket
October 12 Contents of the safe
October 19 X-ray vision
October 26 Clam

Søndagsbilleder :: Stålblå 3 Sunday Selections :: Steel Blue 3

Så er det sidste chance for at vise alle de herlige blå ting, jeg har set og oplevet i august måned.

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Today is the last chance to show off all the wonderfully blue items from August.

Tagrør ... det vokser på vores meget tørre fortov!

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Reeds ... growing in a very dry spot on our pavement!

Tagrørsduske farver grønt, også ved kontaktfarvning/Planteprint  (sammen med farvegåseurt og ahornblade)

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Reed flowers dye green. They do so also when EcoPrinting  (also featuring dyer's chamomile and maple leaves.)

Her er et andet blomstermaleri. Det er skønhedsøjer (orange), farvegåseurt (gul) og stokroser (blå) på en baggrund af bregner (lysegrønt).

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Here is another floral painting. It features tickseeds (orange), dyer's chamomile (yellow) and hollyhocks (blue) against a background of ferns (light green).

En imponerende papegøje på en have-messe. Jeg holdt respektfuld afstand. Sådan én bed mig i fingeren for mange år siden.

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A beautiful parrot on a garden fair. I kept my distance. As a child I was bitten by just such a parrot.

Flot busk. Jeg har aldrig set sådan én før. Der er nettet en god ting, for så kunne jeg finde ud af, at det var et lyngtræ, også kendt under sit botaniske navn, tamarix. Jeg er normalt ikke meget for pink, men den her er altså så fin!

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A pretty bush. I never saw something like it, but an internet search taught me that it is a tamarix. I really like it, even if pink's not my cup of tea.

Ugler på den anden side ... det kan jeg ikke få for mange af. De her kom dog kun med hjem i kameraet.

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Owls on the other hand ... these ones came home with me in digital format only.

Og her er endnu en flok, der blev stående i butikken.

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Here's another parliament that stayed in the shop window.

Når man er kaffetørstig, er det jo heldigt at kaffeheltene er i nærheden - og kaffen var god.

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We needed a cup of coffee, and luckily we found the Coffee Heroes. The coffee was good.

Og så mig, Uglemor i egen høje - eller ikke så høje - person. En af Ugleungerne havde givet mig et par vidunderlige stikfaste handsker, og jeg havde selv købt en god rosensaks. Så nu kunne jeg få krammet på brombærrene bag det nye skur.

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And last, but not least, me, MotherOwl finally taming the blackcurrant vines behind the new shed. One of the Owlets had given me a pair of sturdy yet supple gloves and I had bought a pair of garden shears. 

Månedens farve ~ September ~ Colour of the Month

The colour of the Month for September is  ~  Månedens farve for september er

Words For Wednesday :: August 25

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over as a moveable feast with many participants supplying the Words.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.

No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.

This month the words are given by Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and can be found there and at River's blog: Drifting through Life

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.

It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.

So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.

And for today we were given:
Attention
Vague 
Orbit
Game
Think
Insistence
    and/or:
Single
Brand
Barrel 
Bless 
Stake 
Cap

Now I'm returning to an old, unfinished chaper in Susan's Story. We're back in the secon year of the Unicorn Farm, around the Autumn holidays and a bit earlier. It is a continuation from2023/24. You can read it:  Here idea, Beginning 1, Beginning 2,  Second Part, Third Part, and Fourth part. The story can be found in one piece on my dedicated blog. I think I never made it any further - hereø's to hoping something will happen now 🍻

Susan tried to keep her attention from wandering, but the lecturer was so vague that her thougths kept orbiting around dinner, or at least tea, coffee and cakes. After a while she was game for almost anything but sitting there, trying to keep her eyelids from dropping: only thinking of the uproar it would create if she actually fell asleep and began snoring kept her awake through the insistence of the sleepy vapours.

The single brand new thing she learned from the lecture was that the existence of the fabled golden barrel was a fact and not a myth.
Golden barrel, Susan thought, now wide awake. Whstever did happen to the locket, and the golden coin from the old sailor, bless his soul?
There was more at stake than Susan could have imagined, and she and the other nine apprentices involved in this mystery were going to stretch their brins to the utmost in the week ahead.

Cap did not make it, and I hope coming words will make me continue - thi needs an ending.

Endnu en ~ Yet Another

Endnu en af min ungdoms stemmer er blevet tavs for evigt.

Yet another of the voices of my youth has gone quiet forever. And this time it's one of the big ones. I'm going to miss her, even if I never met her.