Serpent’s Kiss – A Sonnet

Whitby Abbey in the harbour town of Whitby on the Yorkshire coast. The location where Count Dracula arrives in England, Stoker’s visit to the town in 1890 provided him with atmospheric settings for a Gothic novel, and a name for the vampire.
– From Wikipeda and, CC BY-SA 4.0 via Wikimedia Commons

Serpent’s Kiss

She’s bathed in pale ethereal allure.
Drawing men to her as honey draws flies.
Fighting each other to be her amour.
Glamour hiding that her chosen will die.

All they see are her lustrous pearly skin.
Lust filled eyes shining dark bottomless pools.
Hiding the blood hungry demon within.
A shriveled heart drinking others’ as fuel.

At length, the battle yields tonight’s champion.
Lust raging, he’s ready to claim his prize.
Proudly he beams as she smiles and beckons.
Thinking the night will end with his pleased sighs.

Lying close before that last draining kiss.
Her intended meal hears a serpent’s hiss.


1899 first American edition, Doubleday & McClure, New York
– via Wikimedia Commons

Until yesterday I didn’t know there was such a thing as World Dracula Day, but if the cinnamon bun has a day then the world’s most famous vampire certainly deserves one. Seeing the call for submissions on The Wombwell Rainbow I remembered a draft I started a while back but didn’t finish. So I went back and finished my vampire sonnet.

Featured on the Wombwell Rainbow for World Dracula Day May 26th.

Also shared to Open Link Night at dVerse.

Let me run with you (2020 Re-post)

Re-post comment:

It’s Wednesday and time to wander the archives. Decided to share this poem that are inspired both by the photo and a book that influenced me a lot. (Read more below.)

Twenty months after deciding to take my writing online – to share my souls lust – I can say it have been one of the best and most rewarding decisions of my life.

I’ve learned and evolved so much, found a sharing and caring writing community I couldn’t even imagine before.

Thank you all! ❤️

Leader of the pack
High priestess of the coven
Knowing every secret track
Supported by her dozen

Between you stand a suppliant
Heart and soul plea
Broken good girl remnant
Growth requires room to be free

Surrender myself to your wisdom
There’s nothing left but inner trust
No time left to be steered by the fearsome
Break free, return to life governed by soul’s lust


Once again this photo prompt is eerie in its synchronicity. The other day I listened to a podcast that mentioned a book I haven’t thought of in years. Tried to find it, to no avail. Then this photo, that touches upon the book, my thoughts, my insights… Everything swirling around right now, due to my intense meditation schedule. So I searched for the book again. Without finding it. Tomorrow I’ll head to the attic to search some more…

The book I’m talking about is – Women Who Run with the Wolves. Read this article – which happen to contain marvelous art – to know why you should read it.

Poem inspired by the photo from Sunday Muse # 96.
Also linking to Writers’ Pantry #8: We Like Multiples of Three
Promote Yourself Monday, 2/24/20 and Roundup for 2/17/20.

Daily Haibun – May 26th

It’s been pouring rain all day. Grey, windy and wet.
Making me want to light a fire in the hearth and
curl up on the sofa with a good Gothic ghost story.

Wind blown sheets of rain
Tears chilling both heart and bone
I seek warmth with you


Been pondering something small I can write daily for some time now. Something that allows me to be both poetic and personal. So decided to try Haibun’s for a while. Let me know what you think.

“The Haibun form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They may be preceded or followed by one or more haiku—nature-based, using a seasonal image—that complement without directly repeating what the prose stated.”

from dVerse

For more information on the Haibun form read this article on or the Wikipedia entry.

Read other Haibun’s written for the monthly dVerse prompt by me here.

Read other Daily Haibun’s here.

Those Aren’t Mountains, Those Are Waves

Those aren’t mountains, those are waves.
Waves of passion and devotion.
Waves of unacknowledged emotions.

Those aren’t bruised storm clouds, those are pent up emotions.
Emotions of loneliness and sorrow.
Emotions of creativity boiling in the marrow.

Those aren’t broken bones, those are shattered dreams.
Dreams of trust and love.
Dreams of lust and desire.

Those aren’t fires, those are raging desires.
Desires of body and soul.
Desires of feeling connection and being whole.

Those aren’t shattered pieces, those are parts of a whole.
A whole containing shadows and lights.
A whole of days and nights.


Written for tonight’s Poetics: “Go Ahead, Make My Day” at dVerse. Where Mish gives us a bevy of movie quotes to choose from and incorporate into a poem of any style. I started more than one draft, but in the end the best one came from a movie I haven’t seen. But now I think I’ll have too. 

“Those aren’t mountains, those are waves.”

Interstellar, 2014

Bright Flower Moon – A Haibun

Photo by Ash Ashley on Unsplash

Oh, how I longed for
magic returning under
the bright flower moon

The trees are that verdant spring green.
The fields are bursting with wildflowers.
The fiery passionate energy of spring is all around.
Buds bursting, animals mating, migratory birds sing their joy of returning to the lands of pale lighted summer nights.
Lifting the dark moods of winter, inviting renewal, change and growth.
Waking the song of lust and passion in my heart and soul.

Oh, how i wished for
a dream to become real
Now doubt, is it true?


Written for tonight’s Haibun prompt over at dVerse. Haibun Monday 5-24-21: Flower moon

“The Haibun form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They may be preceded or followed by one or more haiku—nature-based, using a seasonal image—that complement without directly repeating what the prose stated.”

from dVerse

Read other Haibun’s by me here.

Photo by Mak on Unsplash

Zitti e buoni by Måneskin – Saturday Song

Zitti e buoni by Måneskin

Decided earlier today that tonight there could only be one song. Whoever won the Eurovision Song Contest. Whatever I thought of it. And however late it got. 

The show started at 9 pm and usually runs late. Surprisingly, or maybe not with my night owl genes, my nine year old managed to stay awake until the end at 12:45 am. 

So here you have Italy’s “Zitti e buoni” with Måneskin (Moonshine in Danish). The title means “Shut up and be quiet”. You can read an english translation of the lyrics at wiwibloggs.


Zitti e buoni by Måneskin

Sounds Of Spring

Evening sky over Stockholm

The sounds of spring
makes me dance and sing
such a lovely thing
the sweet song of spring

The air turns warm
after winter storms
you our love affirm
with your smile so warm

The fields are green
the bright flowers gleam
will you be my queen
in the summer green

Love fills my heart
as the swallows dart
as cold winds depart
Your love fills my heart

The moon shines bright
in the pale blue night
in your eyes so bright
let us kiss tonight


Written for Meet the bar waltzing at dVerse. Have been humming waltz rhythms since yesterday. This is written to be sung to the count of three even if the first lines in each stanza have 4 syllables and the rest 5 syllables. It’s all a matter of how a word is sung.

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