Twenty thousand leagues over the darkness

Fallen through the cracks
Betwixt and between places
All gaps 
minded studiously
Never quite sure 
when the destination is neverwhere

Depression and despair ruled
deep and dark as the fathoms in
twenty thousand leagues under the seas
filled with Krakens and Leviathans
Monsters to haunt my night-time
Phantoms to stalk the corners of my eyes

Serendipitously you found me
Lost in abusive fog
Never finding the way through
The mists of Avalon
My compass lacked self-belief
Trust that there is a way out

Caring compassionate heart
Connecting soul deep
Broke isolation
Intense passionate eyes
Lighting a flame 
snuffed long ago
Accepting and believing
Encouraging and positive
Slowly rekindling hope
Another vision of life

Now, the path is still obscured
But there is a way
I hold dear our time
The way your eyes never left mine
Until I saw me as you saw me
When I stumble and falter
The belief and strength 
you showed in me 
keeps me steady
Toiling along with newfound hope


Book Titles:

Neverwhere – One of the first book I read in English, and one I re-read many times. Along with most other books by one of my all time favorites Neil Gaiman.

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas – probably one of the first science fiction book I ever read and fell in love with. I still have my Swedish copy from the 1980s with reprints of the original illustrations.

I’d never thought I’d mention MBZ in negative terms, since The Mists of Avalon was so momentous to me, both in spiritual, personal, feminism ways and learning to read English to get access to all those science fiction and fantasy book out there. But such is the times we live in. This article has a spot on description of my reaction of first laying eyes on the book, and also shares my ambiguity on what to think about it now.

Written for PLAY IT AGAIN! with REAL TOADS.
My poem is in answer to 1 Poem, 3 Titles.

I really don’t have time to write, but my muse disagreed and I ended up losing sleep instead. :-)

Even I who only found the garden a third of a year ago is sad to see it end, but thankful it will remain as an archive for inspirations for years to come.

Happy new year everyone!

Can anyone point me in the direction of other inspiring prompts?

November – December wrap

November felt like a marathon in grey.
Slogging along to survive this dark depression.
Waking every day to crushing anxiety.
Grateful to have dance to give some joy.
Thankful for starting to find my voice as a writer.

December is another kind of marathon.
Every weekend booked until months end.
Time and space for anything is a struggle.
Got yoked by my bad back, pain until I screamed.
Pain that breaks every thought.

Trough it all my now constant companions.
Pen and notebook.
Great adventure to explore the world of poetry.
Self-discovery trough writing.
Pain and catharsis.

October wrap-up

Midwinter Dance


Midwinter nights
Time for celebrations
For family and friends
Solstice fire and prayer
Christmas presents and cheer
In the nights before new years
Pounding bass
Strobing lights
Dancing the night
Embracing darkness
Dancing the lights return
Breathing deep
Energizing foundation
For the year to come
Tradition to share
Passion of music and dance
Festivities of moves
Midwinter dance


Prayer for awakening

Call upon whatever power you desire
Divine or human higher self to suit your taste
Go at it with heart, mind, soul
Hope, work, pray
For humanity to unite
Evolve beyond ego
Merge into a planet-wide tribe of caring individuals
Remember the wisdom
All that which makes us unique, special
Are that which unites us
We are all different, but the same
All wholly unique and one part of a long continuum
No person alone can save us all
Together we can save ourselves


Written for Sheery’s prompt at Imaginary garden with real Toads ~ WORDY FRIDAY WITH WILD WOMAN: STAYING STRONG IN A WORLD OF CLIMATE CRISIS.

I’ve written quite a few pieces all-ready about the environmental disaster we’re facing, and not showing much hope, so thanks for making me go in a more hopeful direction.

Will we awake?
Fire and Ice
Future Forgiveness

Night Walks – Inspired by Charles Dickens

Raad Van Kerken, Amsterdam

Some nights are special
The magic lantern is lit
Walking the streets and boroughs
Takes an otherworldly turn
Nightlife eddies and flows
Bright lights shine
Deep shadows rule
Travellers, revellers
Societies invisibles
In the diffuse glow of the lantern
The human worlds most shadowy existences gleam


I’m an avid walker and like long rambles trough cities, towns and all manner of nature. For years I had the habit of “getting lost” on purpose. Meaning take as many new and unknown turn as possible towards a known goal. This has lead to many lovely walks, discoveries and inspiration. So I do it as often as I can.

I tend to be a bit like that when reading on the web. The other day I read an article about Charles Dickens and the emergence of modern Christmas celebrations in Britain and elsewhere. I found an exhibit in London to visit, read more about Dickens and his Christmases. And about his habit for rambling night walks. There I found my inspiration in an essay called Night Walks, “based on his moonlit rambles through the capital’s streets”.

Also posted to OpenLinkNight #257 at dVerse.


Strawberry Fields in Central Park, NYC

I wonder what he’d say
He’d who imagined
Of our world with never ending wars
Tyrants and fanatics
Run by Mammon’s disciples
Steering us straight towards environmental disaster

I wonder what he’d say
He who imagined
Of our splintered,
divisive world
Where dreamers dream the same
But ego rules supreme
The dream seems further away than ever

Just imagine…


The Imagine Peace Tower , Iceland

Written for Just One Last Word: Imagine at Real Toads.

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