Three Times Three Times Three – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Jane Cornwell

She was hung upon the tree
Three times three times three
So her mother didn’t have to her unwanted child see
So the other children could hurl spear insults with glee
So men could do as they pleased while she couldn’t flee

She was hung upon the tree
Three times three times three
For the crime of not stifling her curiosity
For the crime of speaking out against bigotry
For the crime of being different as all could see

She was hung upon the tree
Three times three times three
For the sin of searching creativity
For the sin of reading witchery
For the sin of speaking knowledgeably

When the God of the Hanged saw a woman tested on the tree
Three times three times three
Fjolnir sang one of the magic song to set her free
The One Eyed taught her how to truly see
Wayfinder showed all the ways on land and at sea
Forni taught her the world’s history
Ygg showed her the secrets of the tree
Glapsvid taught her spells to once more happy and healthy
Odin showed her the runes to unravel every mystery
The All Father gave her mead to awaken her poetry


This painting gives me shivers. Has every time I look at it. So today’s choice was a foregone conclusion. 

And for some reason it led me to thinking about the very debated part of the Edda poem Hávamál (line 138-145), where Odin sacrificed himself to himself, wounded by a spear, hanging on the world tree Yggdrasil for nine nights to be able to gain greater mystic knowledge from the magic runes.

So I read about Odin in my Poetic Edda copy, and read through what I could find online including a scholastic article from 2014. (You can find it here, but it’s in Swedish.)

Then, as I tend to do I made the story my own!

The last stanza contains nine different names for Odin.

To see all art and read all poems for today go to The Wombwell Rainbow.

This is also the poem I plan to read at tonight’s dVerse Open Link Live. The price of admission is a poem written by you. But if you rather not read and just listen that’s fine too.

See you there!

Photo by veeterzy on Unsplash
Jane Cornwell

likes drawing and painting children, animals, landscapes and food. She specialises in watercolour, mixed media, coloured pencil, lino cut and print, textile design. Jane can help you out with adobe indesign for your layout needs, photoshop and adobe illustrator. She graduated with a ba(hons) design from Glasgow School of art, age 20.

She has exhibited with the rsw at the national gallery of Scotland, SSA, Knock Castle Gallery, Glasgow Group, Paisley Art Institute, MacMillan Exhibition at Bonhams, Edinburgh, The House For An Art Lover, Pittenweem Arts Festival, Compass Gallery, The Revive Show, East Linton Art Exhibition and Strathkelvin Annual Art Exhibition.

Her website is:

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

It’s Springtime Again – A Folk Song (with Audio), April Ekphrastic Challenge

Green Man – John Law

Seasons they come, and seasons they go
There’s no need to shed tears for summer
She’ll come come back again, when the flower moon glow
And we’ll dance to magic midsummer

It’s springtime again
It’s springtime again
The green man has brought it back to us
Trees budding again
Grass growing again
Time to plant seeds and be joyous

Seasons they go, and come back again
Though we might forget during winter
But soon there once more be sun in the glen
And we’ll fill the forest with laughter

It’s springtime again
It’s springtime again
The green man has brought it back to us
Trees budding again
Grass growing again
Time to plant seeds and be joyous


It’s Spring Time Again sung acapella by RedCat

For some reason after reading up on the Green Man I started to think about folk songs and ballads. And one in particular started playing in my head – In folk song tone (I Folkviseton) by Nils Ferlin, a poet who I sang long before I read. It’s a well known love song.

So, I ended up writing a poem that is set to the same tune as Ferlin’s poem. And then making an acapella recording of it. :-)

I’ve had similar ideas befor, but this is the first time I actually managed to pull it together. Which makes me very happy and proud indeed. Maybe someday I will actually reach that elusive song writer place.
To see all art and read all poetry for today go to The Wombwell Rainbow.

John Law

“Am 68. Live in Mexborough. Retired teacher. Artist; musician; poet. Recently included in ‘Viral Verses’ poetry volume. Married. 2 kids; 3 grandkids.”

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Witch Voices (2020 Re-post)

Night Poured Over the Desert
Sheila Sund, Salem, United States [CC BY 2.0)]

We live in solitude, we three
Three for one and one for three
You will think us an apparition, you’ll see

Lives run by magic and moon
Moon and magic sees us identical to humdrum brain loon
Only a loon they say
Sees witches on a moonless day

Just a platitude, that we can time fold
We are not centuries old
Just an old tale
Again, and again re-told

Our roots run deep
Deep down where shared memory sleep
We feel the gravity of your leap
Need to renew, to wonder keep

Like the canary in the mine
Mine and your soul is on the line
Soul locked in a dark cage, let it fly free – soar
On inspiration dine
Lore by unique poet voices shine

We are the circle of mother, maiden, crone
In the circle we the Goddess intone
She steers our lives with wisdom felt deep in the bone


Re-post comment:

Middle of the week means Wandering the Archives Wednesday. Tonight an echo poem that still makes me smile. And wonder when the three witches might turn up the next time. The original post was published 3 January 2020.

Hope you enjoy it to!

Written for both PLAY IT AGAIN! with REAL TOADS and A Skylover Word List ~ Apparition.
My second choice for PLAY IT AGAIN! became: Kerry Says ~ Let’s Find Our Poetic Voice (from July 2015). And just because my muse took me in that direction it also became another attempt at echo poetry.

The three witches appeared through my pen when I started writing poetry. They are free, headstrong characters that sometimes have their way with me. You can also find them in December Moon. Witches brew and Yesteryear Cheer.

I owe thanks for my inspiration to Kerry, without her prompts I wouldn’t have managed this, to Björn who showed how it should be done. And to Terry Pratchett for writing hilarious and thought provoking witches.

Broadway Boogie Woogie

Count Basie – Basie Boogie

Come on my beauty
Stop being all broody
Put on a dress, get out of your pajama

Come on sweet cookie
Stop looking so gloomy
Paint your lips, forget all the drama

I know the stage is all quiet and spooky
I know we all feel sad and droopy
We’ll turn on the lights and tune the piano

Fill the place with laughter and goofy
With everything that makes life goody goody
I won’t let my love wilt in the shadow

Tell the piano player to play the boogie woogie
We’ll dance ‘til we’re all happy and woozy
Let’s us hear again your soaring soprano


Written for tonight’s Poetics: The Poet as Painter prompt at dVerse. Where Laura asks us to choose one title of modern and contemporary abstract art and write a painterly poem – in other words, paint a picture that we imagine fits the title.

I chose Broadway Boogie Woogie by Piet Mondrian, as it directly spoke to my longing for dance and fun. And while listening to Count Basie, imagined a very different painting then the referenced one.

Boogie Woogie (I May Be Wrong) – Live at the Newport Jazz Festival, 1957

I Wanna Go – A Quadrille

Photo by Evgeny Tchebotarev from Pexels

I wanna go over the rainbow
Fly the heavens where soul stars glow
Visit fairy where dreams grow

I wanna dance the mambo
Sparkle and shimmer in disco
Twirl and spin in tango

I wanna go where music flow
Where happy faces shine aglow


Today it’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse. In which we write poems of precisely 44 words, including one word we’re provided. Today’s word is GO

For some time all my mind could come up with “Wake me up before you go-go”.
Then “I want to go home”. I have a head full of lyrics from a life singing. After playing both songs I tried to share my (and everyone else) longing for life to yet again contain those things we did so easily before the pandemic. 

I have truly fallen for this dVerse creation. I find myself writing Quadrilles any odd time.
Read some of them here.

Wake me up before you go-go – Wham
I want to go home – Jonny Cash

Colours of the Choir – A Synesthesia Poem

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon from Pexels

The clear vowels rise like balloons

Morning Song – S.Plath

The brightly coloured notes flare
Crystalline forms in the air

Mighty bass rumble fertile soil bear
Warm baritone ancient wildwood stand

Feisty tenor verdant green land
Firm contralto deep roots expand

Light mezzo weaving life’s loom
Charmed by the soprano flower buds bloom

Write in the heart sweet songs of the Moon


Written for Poetics: Beginning at the End at dVerse. Beginning at the end is tricky. Where to go from there. How to build upon and still be true to yourself. Two of the offered final lines made me think of synesthesia

More than a decade ago. A happy coincidence led to me working as a Lightjockey. Playing the lights, as the DJ played music. Together we played the dancefloor. 

During those years I discovered that I feel music to be a certain colour. Fitting to only certain light patterns. The rhythm may set the pace of the strobe, but the music shows me the intervals.

I even felt strongly enough about it, that it felt utterly wrong when a DJ or club promoter told me to use a certain light scheme because of their preferences.

Maybe it’s a form of ideasthesia…?

The Sylvia Plath quote made me think of all the choirs I sung in and try to paint a picture of what that could look like.

Photo by Fiona Art from Pexels

Coin – A Terzetto, Ekphrastic Challenge, January 18

Kerfe Roig – Intermediary

Breath freezes to ice
Burn scolding for every vice

Breath awakens buds bloom
Quickening soul seed in womb

Breath follow it’s way to grow
Learn life’s ebb and flow

Sight piercing dark arrow
Judging down to bone and marrow

Sight perceiving all pain
Healing without assigning blame

Sight without judging and blame
There’s no stigma or shame

Voice lashing all pray
Tender dreams slay

Voice stroking tears away
Loving confers every day

Voice chiming clear
Grateful for everything dear

Heart full of trembling fear
Nothing get touching near

Heart full of caring love
Nesting as a safe dove

Heart full of compassion
Guide you to find your passion

Kunning beyond time and space
Trauma mind and heart forever chase

Kunning beyond time and space
Ascending to glowing grace

Kunning beyond time and space
Transforming old trauma to creativity’s birthplace

Wisdom to turn a mind dark
Offences a shriveled heart mark

Wisdom older than Earth’s ages
Shining beacon in all life’s stages

Wisdom to take the reins
Reforging sword and shield from trauma chains

Magic to glamour and lure
Listen to inner saboteur

Magic to unravel mysteries
Find passion will soul please

Magic the mother’s boon
Found scy-clad beneath the moon

Together Seven flaming points
Interweave opposing viewpoints 

Together separate sides spawn
Bright champion for a new dawn

Imbued with both’s might
She stand ready to fight
Any who violate others rights


A terzetto is a composition for three voices. I would love to know if this serpentine formatting makes that clearly heard or if it just confuses the whole thing.

Kunning is an Faraoe word.

See all artwork and read all poems at The Wombwell Rainbow.

Kerfe Roig

A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new.  Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand PointingSilver Birch PressYellow Chair ReviewThe song is…Pure HaikuVisual VerseThe Light EkphrasticScribe BaseThe Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100Incandescent MindPea River JournalFiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs,  (which she does with her friend Nina), and, and see more of her work on her website

Bodies Move

Photo by Shelagh Murphy from Pexels

Lights fly
Strobe flashes
Feets stamp
Bodies move
Music soar
Hearts adore

Eyes meet
Hearts flashes
Lips tingles
Bodies move
Music soar
Want more

Clothes fly
Eyes flashes
Skin tingles
Bodies move
Music soar
Hearts adore

Skin contact
Breath catches
Heart speeds
Bodies move
Music soar
Erotic lore

Souls fly
Lightning flashes
Waves crashes
Bodies move
Music soar
Hearts adore


Drinking a glass of wine. Listening to dance music.
I couldn’t help but daydreaming a bit!

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