The first warm sun (2020 Re-post)

© REDCAT

Re-post comment:

Looking for what to re-post for today’s wander in the archives this meditation poem gave me strength and peace of mind. Hope you can feel some of that too!

Enjoy!



The first warm sun rays of spring
Warm upon my cheek
A breeze turns it into gentle caress
Brilliant light dances behind closed lids
First spring touch kiss my lips
Natures warm embrace surrounds me
Comforting, healing
Life affirming

The Goddess gently touches
Starburst erupts
Showering me with universal love
Connecting me to me
To every living thing
Assuring me there will be a way
A path out of darkness
My trek dotted with oases of calm
Peace, connection, love
Moments of bliss

Secure points in a bewildering maze
Built of old and new trauma
Fear, sorrow, dark despair
Life-ending depression

Inner trust and faith will guide me through
Inborn strength a given armour
Intelligens, wit and wisdom deduce true from false
The quest might be lonely
Yet aided by care and love
Freely given, by friends yet to be found

Breathe
Be still
Accept
Give thankfulness

Use your pen
Jot both now and then
Hone your craft
Draft by draft
Writing will illuminate
Meditation germinate
Revision concentrate
New life emancipate

© REDCAT

Today again the will to make poetry out of my meditation overtook me soon thereafter. :-)

Also posted to earthweal open link weekend #8.

Through Hell – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Nine of Wands – Kerfe Roig

You’ve been through hell
But outwardly nobody can tell
You look confident and strong
But in your heart you just want to belong
Your mind keeps saying they are all reading you wrong

You’ve picked yourself up more times than you care to count
You’ve survived more that most will ever have to surmount
Yet you see yourself as flawed and weak
As someone who have no right to love and support seek
Instead of seeing how your experiences have made you unique

I know you are ready to give up
That you’ve started to fear each sunup
But I’m here to let you know
You can this darkness to outgrow
That your indomitable spirit shines with a blinding glow

Yourself is the only one you need to forgive
Not anyone who’s been abusive
You’ve been taught to see yourself as wrong
But you are brave and bold and strong
You are worthy of love and to belong

But you have to let your walls down just a little bit
You have to acknowledge how badly you’ve been hurt and hit
You have to let trustworthy people in
Needing others is human, not a sin
Then your new life can truly begin

©RedCat

Inspired by the symbology of the Nine of Wands. Written as a letter to another me who really would have needed this. And to anyone else out there who needs to to hear that being abused is never the victim’s fault. 

To forgive yourself for something not your fault might seem odd. But I know that most abuse survivors struggle with just that. Holding themselves responsible for what happened. In parts I still do. And that putting the blame where it actually belongs, be it an abusive parent or partner, is both very hard and one of the things that sets you free.


To see all art and read all poetry for today go to 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, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/  (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Hellcat – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Kerfe Roig

Don’t react if they bully and tease.
Turn your other cheek and say please.
Don’t hit back!
No one likes a girl who attacks.
Don’t show you’re smarter than the boys.
It will them only annoy.
Don’t talk back to adults.
Even if they are wrong it’s an insult.
Don’t show you’re smarter than men.
You’ll just be a bother again.
Don’t speak up for anyone’s rights.
They’ll just think you’re picking a fight.
Don’t claim any self worth.
What? Do you think it comes with birth?
Don’t state your opinions.
You’ll just get shun.
Don’t stick out, it’ll break Jante’s law.
Remember you’re just another bah, haha!
Don’t pursue creative dreams.
You might as well chase moonbeams.
Don’t be a nuisance girl.
Do you think you’re a precious pearl?
Don’t be a disturbance.
No one wants to see your brilliance.

Or..
Do the opposite of all that!
Better be called a hellcat than live as a trampled doormat!

©RedCat

More information of the Law of Jante, something that have had a negative effect
on me and many other Scandinavians.
(From Wikipedia)

To see all art and read all poems for today go to 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, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/  (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Trapped, Imprisoned In Her Own Mind – A Triple Triolet, April Ekphrastic Challenge

Jane Cornwell

Trapped, imprisoned in her own mind
Behind bars of her own making
She can only watch others shine
Trapped, imprisoned in her own mind
Unable to a way out find
Left lonely, cold, soul heart aching
Trapped, imprisoned in her own mind
Behind bars of her own making

To love she’s rendered deaf and blind
Unable to hope awaken
Convinced she’s by abuse defined
To love she’s rendered deaf and blind
In fear and sorrow she’s enshrined
Who will tell her she’s mistaken
To love she’s rendered deaf and blind
Unable to hope awaken

Love and trust will the bars unbind
Hope gives strength to a new path make
If she finds souls that’s truly kind
Love and trust will the bars unbind
When she sees how star bright she shines
Her light strength can all shackles break
Love and trust will the bars unbind
Hope gives strength to a new path make

©RedCat

A triolet is only eight lines after all, or five unique ones due to the repetition.
So why not weave more than one together. And since trio means three a triple seemed suiting. 

This poem can be viewed as a companion to yesterday’s poem, although this one would proceed Mind Finds Soul Fearlessly Shines. Happening before she finds her own star bright light and strength.

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

Read other Triolet’s by me here.

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: https://www.janecornwell.co.uk/

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Mind Finds Soul Fearlessly Shines – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Kerfe Roig – Cave

In the recesses of my mind
Hidden deep within the folds
So that no monster will it find
Is a cave that hidden dreams hold
Where multicoloured hopes shine
Where the soul spark core personality mould

Hidden deep within my mind
The passions I learned to hide
In a cave that no one can find
The creativity that gives joy and pride
From the soul spark core eternally shine
A girl finding the Goddess sacraments all starry-eyed

The passions ruling my heart and mind
Gives intimate solace as nothing else can
The creativity through which I peace find
The only thing that abuse taught fears ban
A girl seeing the Goddess sacraments in her soul shine
Finds the goldenrod light path that’s been there since life began

©RedCat

Inspired by Kerfe Roig’s rorschach like “Cave” and three words from the Skyloverwordlist, sacrament, intimate and goldenrod.

The use of repetition here is my own “weft and warp” as I’ve previously described it, meaning it’s a form invented by me during writing. As in Moonsea a poem from the first ekphrastic challenge I participated in.

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


Photo credit: Alina Grubnyak on Unsplash

Read more about the Spanish neuroscientist, pathologist, and histologist specializing in neuroanatomy and the central nervous system Santiago Ramón y Cajal referenced in the picture on Wikipedia.

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, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/  (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Take me up (2020 Re-post)

“Take Me Up”  by Lauren Withrow

Wandering lost in the foothills of limbo
Hiding a true self
Smothered the life flame

Hair over my eyes
I still see the broken remnants of life
Strewn around

Eons of mist
The heath becomes my bier
Laying my head down in surrender
This is the end

Heaven rent through
Clear light
Bright singing

White doves descend
Messengers from the Goddess
Time is not up
Work yet undone

Binding by the thinnest thread of hope

Wings flap
Carries me aloft
Cooing as they go

Chronicle the plight of Gaia and her children
Connect those that would stand against
Combat complacency
Fight erroneous facts
Enlight through teaching
Delight with words

Don your armour shieldmaiden

Burnished plates of syllabus
Lexical gauntlets
Helmet of fortified poetry

Pick up your pen-sword
Your magic book-cover shield

Prepare for battle

©REDCAT

Welcome to Wandering the Archives Wednesday! Tonight a poem about nearly giving up, and then finding reasons to fight on. The original post was made 5th January 2020. That feels more like eons ago, than a little more than a year. This “life on hold” due to a pandemic has really done something to the way I perceive time it’s more plastic somehow. Also I find myself talking sometimes like last year didn’t happen at all. And I wonder if I’m the only one doing that?

Enjoy!


Written for Sunday Muse # 89, also posted to Poets Uniteds new home, Poets and Storytellers United ~ Writers’ Pantry #1: Home Is People.

My darling daughter – Verse Epistle


My darling curious quick witten daughter,
my love for you will never falter.
Life’s greatest joy is to be your father.

You are a wonder to my old eyes,
your lust for life always makes me smile.
Ever since you came to us under a full moonrise.

I will always be your steadfast rock.
Always protect you like a keen eyed hawk.
Always there if you need a hug or to talk.

I am forever proud and grateful,
I have a child so caring and merciful.
Thankful the universe entrusted me with a soul so beautiful.

My greatest wish for you is a life filled with love,
with friends and laughter and the freedom of,
letting dreams grow wings to fly the heavens like a dove.

©RedCat


A letter or perhaps a diary entry, I spent my lonely childhood dreaming of. Something to hold close to my heart, something that would tell me I was once loved and cherished.

I’m glad I finally found a way to write what that little girl so dearly needs!

Written for Exploring the poetic genre: “Verse Epistle” over at dVerse.

©RedCat

On the Edge

Trigger warning!
Photo by Spencer Selover from Pexels

Constantly shifting and parrying
One small misstep
Is all it takes to fall
When you are
On the edge

A thin line betwixt darknesses
The only light tread
In this weave of nightmares
Bright hope is scarce
When you are
On the edge

Unending battles and skirmishes
No path to ceasefire
Scraped raw, skinless
When you are clinging
To a sharp edge

Trapped in loops of the past
Shackled by demons
No space to break free
When you are balancing
On the edge

Blind to joy, trust, peace
Deaf to caring words and hearts
Mute the screams, silence the tears, hide the pain
Drowning in a well of sadness
Unable to reach out or be reached
When you are living
On the edge

©RedCat

Written for myself and others I care for. Who like me is battling depression, old trauma wounds and mental health issues.

I wanted to share how it feels to live on that edge. When the edge is all there seems to be. When there is no light on the horizon. That’s why there’s a trigger warning. Because from that place you don’t feel hope. Can’t imagine a happy ending.

Another poem about edges I written is – After.


Photo by Tom Verdoot from Pexels

Shared with dVerse — Poetics — Edges and Fringes.

Where tonight’s mission, should we choose to accept it, is to spark on one of these paths:

  1. Write a poem using the word edge;
  2. Write a poem that keeps Millikin’s question above in mind.
  3. Write a poem using the word fringe;
  4. Write a poem from the fringe, however you define it.

Obviously I choose number 1.


Photo by Daniela Constantini from Pexels

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