December 26, 2020
Twelvetide Drabbles 2020 - DAY THREE
by Twelvetide Drabbles
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Day 3: Saturday, December 26th, 2020
Info Sheet
#12td20
Day 3: Saturday, December 26th, 2020
Info Sheet
Greetings Twelvetide Drabblers!
Happy Boxing Day one and all and welcome to DAY THREE of the 6th Annual Twelvetide Drabbles Challenge.
Daily Stats
Here are your stats as of 9pm on Friday, December 25th ...
Amount pledged per work: $4.50
Participants: 9
Works posted: 19*
Total raised thus far: $85.50
*remember that for the purposes of the challenge, each chapter in multi-chaptered works counts as a work if they are being created as individual prompt fills.
Spotlight Work
Another returning Drabbler, Burning_Up_A_Sun, brings us some delightful baby acquisition for the holidays with hockey fic: "Ain't You My Baby?" Summry: "The baby is coming in a week, but Sidney isn't ready. Thank Goodness he's got the best handyman."
Today's Prompt & Bonus Inspiration
Your prompt for Saturday, December 26th is:
CRIMSON
Under the Harvest Moon
by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
Image: A male cardinal sitting on the edge of a birdbath in heavy falling snow, against a backdrop of snow covered fir branches.
Image: A pair of white hands peel and seed a pomegranate over a wooden cutting board.
Image: View of a weathered barn, painted red, with a window missing panes of glass. A wire and wood fence, and long grass, passes in front of the barn.
Here's a little something on the history of the color red.
Happy creating!
Elizajane
by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
Image: A male cardinal sitting on the edge of a birdbath in heavy falling snow, against a backdrop of snow covered fir branches.
Image: A pair of white hands peel and seed a pomegranate over a wooden cutting board.
Image: View of a weathered barn, painted red, with a window missing panes of glass. A wire and wood fence, and long grass, passes in front of the barn.
Here's a little something on the history of the color red.
Happy creating!
Elizajane