Star Studded Sky (2020 Re-post)


Star studded skies
Mind soar

Time flies
Passion roars

Be wise
Read lore

Hope rise
Loneliness cure

Fear dies
Love more

© REDCAT


Re-post comment:

Time for another post from the archives. The autumn sky is full of stars, so this one felt appropriate.

Enjoy!



On my evening walk today I collected, not things, but words, in this case two word couplets. Then put them together to a poem when I came home. I often find inspiration when walking, and often compose stanzas, or rhyme schemes, on the go. Turning them over and over in my head also lets me live and breath the rhythm of a piece.

Linking to Day 19 at GloPoWriMo.



Image credits:

First image: Photo by Min An on Pexels.com

Second image: Photo by Cliford Mervil on Pexels.com

Third image: Photo by Kristopher Roller on Unsplash

Forth image: Photo by Fernando Rodrigues on Unsplash


GloPoWriMo 2020

DAY 1 – Build a New Start
DAY 2 – Beloved Bookstore
DAY 3 – Sunshine and Hail
DAY 4 – Isolation Dating
DAY 5 –Staring out a Windowpane
DAY 6 – Casanova Comes Closer
DAY 7 – Swirling Colors of my Mind
DAY 8 – White – Red – Black
DAY 9 – Different World After
DAY 10 – Spring Hay(na)ku
DAY 11 – Love – Hay(na)ku
DAY 12 – Make Art – Triolet inspired
by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell
DAY 13 – What did you think would happen
to a child left on my doorstep?
DAY 14 – Ballad of the Lost Poet
DAY 15 – Writer’s class – Hay(na)ku
DAY 16 – What is a Nomad without a Tribe?
DAY 17 – Pale Spring, Here Again, Nature Awake
DAY 18 – Spring Day in the Garden
DAY 19 – Close Couplets
DAY 20 – Lost in Love’s First Flush
DAY 21 – She Tasted Like Memory
DAY 22 – Struggling Mind
DAY 23 – Written in the book of dust
DAY 24 – At the end of every week, Friday-Cozy!
DAY 25 – Slip, Crack, Shatter
DAY 26 – Humans Really Don’t Know
DAY 27 – April Rain
DAY 28 – Greeting the Watch Horse
DAY 29 – Letter of Hope
DAY 30 – Witches Walpurgis Night Preparation

Max The Disco Strut by Seaward & Thunberg – Saturday Song

Max The Disco Strut by Seaward & Thunberg

I’m in full swing writing tonight and felt the need for some happy groovy beats. So tonight I’ll share Max The Disco Strut by Seaward & Thunberg with guest performer Maximillian Alduca. An instrumental disco funk tune that puts a smile on my lips. 

…a monster groove combined with S&T’s haunting strings, analogue synth stabs and unquestionable swagger or as the Haçienda’s Jon Dasilva said, “Jacked up Starsky and Hutch vibes with a twist!”

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Full disclosure, according to me Neil Seaward is an awesome DJ and one of the nicest people I’m acquainted with.

Enjoy!


Max The Disco Strut by Seaward & Thunberg
Max The Disco Strut by Seaward & Thunberg

Giant hogweed (2019 Re-post)


Taller than grown men
silent reminder
of human folly

One look at you
one whiff of scent
declares intent

This land your domain
roots spread foundation
seeds spread your vanguard

To combat your growth
we must don armour
One touch might burn us

Arm ourselves for
axes will fell your
sturdy stems like trunks

Poisonous sap flow
burns skin in sunlight
blisters and blackens

Down but dangerous
still lying in wait
Second growth or seeds

Wait for guerrilla
warfare without end
Generations feud

We teach our children
to heed the danger
to combat your spread

Write history books
declaring lack of
knowledge led us here

Still we change Nature
before learning of
her intricate ways

©REDCAT


Re-post comment:

I’ve been struggling all day with writing a song.
Keeping every line between five to eight syllables long.
So this poem came to mind for tonight’s
Wandering the Archives Wednesday.


The Return Of The Giant Hogweed by Genesis

Written for Kim’s prompt at dVerse ~ Poetics: Sylvia and Ted. Where we’re asked to write about growing, multiplying, invasive species. As well as try to emulate style of one of the poets.

I decided upon the challenge to keep my line short, with five syllables in each like Sylvia Plath’s Mushroom. It took some editing, but eventually I got there. But boy, do my inner saboteurs have a field day every time I decide to say I actually can do something that connects with writing. Just as they did when I decided to make a new translation of one of Edith Södergran’s poems.
Even though I actually have paid bills working as a freelance translator.

As yesterday’s Haibun challenge showed me how much harder I have with counting syllables in English than my native Swedish. This time I put most words trough a syllable counter I found online.

Wikipedia informed me that this weed too have at least one song to it’s honor.



Image Credits:

First image: Wiki Commons

Second image: By Ronnie Robertson, CC BY-SA 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons


Your Touch Lingers – A Quadrille


In the cool moonlight
The warmth of your touch
In my mind
Lingers

The memory of your kiss
Makes my lips
Tingle

Remembering how our bodies moved
And our passion
Intermingled

All through the night
Until both were too exhausted to lift
A finger

© RedCat


It’s a beautiful full moon tonight!

Written for tonight’s Quarille prompt, Let’s Linger, over at dVerse.

Read other Quadrilles by me here.



Image credits:

First image: Photo by Brandon Morgan on Unsplash

Second image: Photo by Constantin Popp on Unsplash

Falling Apart by Pegboard Nerds, Stonebank & EMEL – Saturday Song

Falling Apart by Pegboard Nerds, Stonebank & EMEL

Can upbeat happy songs convey feelings of depression. Sure it can! 

Tonight’s Saturday song is one such example. Released less than two weeks ago Falling Apart by Pegboard Nerds, Stonebank & EMEL is a happy bounce around trance anthem that I would love to dance wildly to while forgetting all my troubles! 

If you can’t laugh at the darkness it will swallow you whole. 

Enjoy!


Falling Apart Lyrics

Watch my life pass me by
Never knowing where I belong
In the web of love and lies
As you string me along and

I can’t breathe, I can’t see
I’m losing sight of everything
I feel the walls closing in, closing in
Am I falling apart?

Oh I just wanna be free
I just wanna be free
I think I’m falling apart
Oh I just wanna be free, free, free
I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart

I can’t breathe, I can’t see
I’m losing sight of everything
I feel the walls closing in, closing in

I feel I’m falling apart, I feel I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart, Think I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart

Watch my life pass me by
Never knowing where I belong
In the web of love and lies
As you string me along and

I can’t breathe, I can’t see
I’m losing sight of everything
I feel the walls closing in, closing in

I feel I’m falling apart
I feel I’m falling apart

I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart
I feel I’m falling apart
I feel I’m falling apart
I feel I’m falling apart

I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart
I’m falling apart

Lyrics source

Falling Apart by Pegboard Nerds, Stonebank & EMEL

Falling Apart by Pegboard Nerds, Stonebank & EMEL

Bumbling Bumblebee (2020 Re-post)


Blenda the bumptious bumpkin bumblebee bumbled back and forth bumming nectar from bees.

Before long, the bees barrelled and bumped into Blenda. “Back away from our blossoms”, they buzzed.

Boring bees, a bummed out Blenda thought. Perchance the botanist holds a bumbling bumblebee beloved.

© RedCat


Re-post comment:

As autumn cold nips every night and morning now. I thought this little alliteration Quadrille with it’s taste of summer was a good re-post for this week’s Wandering the Archives Wednesday.

Enjoy!


Photo by Adonyi Gu00e1bor on Pexels.com

Quadrille Monday over at dVerse. And I went a bit bananas with the word bum in a myriad forms.


Tower of Follies – Flash Fiction


“So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm”, proclaimed the Queens herald.

But they all knew the truth. They would come to harm whether they did their duty or not. The only difference lay in how quickly the harm would come. The Queen cared not for their life. She didn’t give a thought to her subjects coming to harm. 

The only things she cared about was her wealth prospering, her power growing, her legacy and legend spreading, her monuments to rise and compete with the ancient marvels of the world. Hers would be the biggest temple, the highest tower, the grandest tomb.

Little did she suspect, hers would be the most spectacular assassination. Thought out and plotted by the greatest minds of the country. Impaled by the sacrificial bull. Crushed by falling marble. Interred in the fallen tower of follies. 

© RedCat



Written for tonight’s Prosery: Doing our duty at dVerse. The prompt where we write prose inspired by a given line from a poem and not exceeding the word count of 144.

Tonight’s line is from William Blake’s poem ‘The Chimney Sweeper:’ In Songs of Innocence (1789)

So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm



Image credits:

First image: Palais idéal, Hauterives, France from Wikimedia Commons.
Second image: Photo by Hisham Zayadnh on Unsplash


Wake Me Up! by Avicii – Saturday Song

Wake Me Up! by Avicii

This week’s song choice was inspired by a Google doodle this week. Wednesday the 8th was the birthday of the late Avicii (Tim Bergling). He would have been thirty-two this year. In hindsight it’s easy to think that many of his songs are about his struggles with mental health. And they probably are to some extent. Such problems usually seep out in any work done by a creative person whether it’s intentional or not. When I read through my own writing the pain and suffering shines clear and bright even when I had no intentions to share it. Just last week someone asked how I was after reading something from this summer. And the answer is it’s neither better nor worse. But it made me think again about how much it shows in what I write. And that before I have written it all out of my system I won’t get past it to write something else. Or maybe my characters will always carry a hint of pain and sorrow. Who knows?



The song featured in the doodle is Wake me up! which was a megahit and therefore both loved and hated. I like the lyrics written and sung by Aloe Blacc (you’ll find his acoustic version below) and for someone like me it’s hard not to connect to the video’s story of searching for and finding that place where you belong.

Whatever you think of it. And whether or not you find any hope in the lyrics, I hope you feel like you belong and that you are loved and cherished!

Enjoy!



Wake me up! – Lyrics

Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can’t tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start
They tell me I’m too young to understand
They say I’m caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don’t open up my eyes
Well that’s fine by me

So wake me up when it’s all over
When I’m wiser and I’m older
All this time I was finding myself, and I
Didn’t know I was lost

So wake me up when it’s all over
When I’m wiser and I’m older
All this time I was finding myself, and I
Didn’t know I was lost
I tried carrying the weight of the world
But I only have two hands
Hope I get the chance to travel the world
But I don’t have any plans
Wish that I could stay forever this young
Not afraid to close my eyes
Life’s a game made for everyone
And love is a prize

So wake me up when it’s all over
When I’m wiser and I’m older
All this time I was finding myself, and I
Didn’t know I was lost

So wake me up when it’s all over
When I’m wiser and I’m older
All this time I was finding myself, and I
I didn’t know I was lost

I didn’t know I was lost
I didn’t know I was lost
I didn’t know I was lost
I didn’t know

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Tim Bergling / Michael Aaron Einziger / Egbert Nathaniel Dawkins
Lyrics to Wake Me Up © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Wake Me Up! with Aloe Blacc

Wake Me Up! by Avicii

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