Floating Around Everywhere – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Magic is Afoot – Kerfe Roig

I

There’s magic in the air
floating around
everywhere

Making hearts ignite and flare
love abounds
anywhere

Leaving souls exposed and bare
astonished sounds
everywhere

People find they do care
for our home round
floating in space somewhere

II

There’s change in the air
floating around
everywhere

Of the dangers let’s be aware
before the ground
is lifeless both here and there

We musn’t give up and despair
our guilt compound
by hiding scared

Of our faults we’re now aware
let hope be found
everywhere

III

There’s evolution in the air
floating around
everywhere

We must accept there’s no time to spare
the alarm has sounded
everywhere

Voices lift in solemn prayers
let healthy nature be found
anywhere

Minds meld and wishes share
heal Earth’s wounds
everywhere

©RedCat

From the magical to the very real. Written inspired by the image and by the fact that it seems like more and more people are waking up to the fact that we have to do something about the environmental disaster NOW!

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

Also shared with earthweal Earth Day challenge: RESTORE OUR EARTH.


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

She-wolf (2020 Re-post)

Recently I had reason to go through a lot of last year’s writing. Some pieces made me happy, others sad. I saw clear themes to my writing. And how month by month I learn and grow in the craft.

Since giving myself credit for my accomplishments are one of those things I struggled with. I decided to set myself the task to each week dive into the archives and re-blog a poem from last year.

So welcome to Wandering the Archives Wednesday.

This poem I wrote during the big fires in Australia last January. Truth be told. I don’t think even the pandemic have changed our behaviour vis-á-vis Nature.



She arrives in dreams
The white she-wolf
Nipping and yipping
Around the Soul
Until it’s fully awake
Conscious of the surrounding Wildwood

One eye shines with sky-wisdom
The other, by now ferocious ruby red
Colour of mega-fires
Shade of blood for all the fallen animal-kin

Her howl echoes
Pain
Grief
Rage
A billion souls burnt

Call that reverberate to the bone
Dream-sound break the hush
Stir archetypes awake

Nature are poisoned
Hurt
Ravaged
Out of balance
A continent burning

The wild howl will break sleep
Until the fallen are remembered

© REDCAT

Written for Sunday Muse #90 and Sunday’s Whirligig 248 and earthweal open link weekend #2.
Also posted to Writers’ Pantry #2: Storms and Stones and Warmth.

THIS WEEK’S WHIRLIGIG WORDS come from “To the New Year” by W.S. Merwin: touch, sound, dove, tips, know, hopes, calls, age, hush, hears, stir, possible.

Songs of the Sea – January Ekphrastic Challenge, January 12

Kerfe Roig – Blue Whale

The piston shrimps load snap
The stingrays electric zap
Such wonders beneath the sea
Wonders that will die out before all are seen

Moray eels in their holes
Fish dancing in big shoals
Who will translate their song
When the great whales are all gone

Corals in every rainbow bow hue
Flatfish waiting patiently for its due 
Who will care about dolphin chatter
When money and power is all that matters

Shellfish doing the cleanup
Fluorescent yellow fish to sun up
From the sea came alive to this lands
Now it’s dying by humanity’s hands

Deep Sea creatures with their own light
Stingrays looking like flying kites
We have forgotten the seas bountiful gifts
How the Songs of the Sea our souls uplift

©RedCat

This blue whale painting by Kerfe Roig took my breath away. I fell deep in to the eye of the whale and heard a mournful song.

To see all artwork and read all poetry for today go to The Wombwell warrior.

Also posted to earthweal weekly challenge: GIFTS.

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/

Moments of History

© REDCAT

There’s weight to these moments

Will we rise to our loving brightest best?

Will we shoulder the burden of history with humble compassion?

Will we follow the enlightened path of equal value to all humans?


History is always written right in front of our eyes. Yet, we notice it not. Bogged down with living. But now and again a moment stands in stark contrast to humdrum everyday life. And we know in the marrow of our bones, that this will be in the history books.


The first such moment I remember where a morning in 1986, when the radio talked of nothing but the murder of the Swedish Prime Minister. I where to young to understand wholly, but I knew death, and I where already adept at reading feelings, so I noticed how every adult where affected.

In the 1989 the Berlin Wall fell, pulling down the Iron Curtain and ending the Cold War. Changing Europe and ending the Soviet Union. In 1991 Yugoslavia started to violently fall apart, and for a too well read Swedish girl it seemed like war in our backyard.

Then 2001, in the early IT era, first a report of a strange accident. A plane hitting a building in New York. News sites went down, rumors flew. People actually talked to each other in the subway that afternoon, pooling information. And let me tell you, we swedes do not talk to strangers when commuting – only addicts and crazy’s do that.
Then I where home, watching CNN, seeing the towers fall.
History was written, and the world changed again.

Christmas 2004, the third biggest recorded earthquake created a tsunami that killed hundreds of thousands, displacing millions. I can still remember the pictures of water rolling in, of people being swept away.

Since then countless of disasters, terror attacks and wars. Each important, each shaping the future, each giving us another chance to learn and grow.


The 2020’s started shaky, environmental disaster unfolding. Climate worry growing. Then a centennial re-occurrence. A global pandemic.

For weeks now I’ve heard the wings of history beat up a global storm. Felt the weight of living, seeing, feeling, writing trough history as it unfolds.

Wondering if there is ever words enough…

In my heart of hearts I hope we learn something worthwhile.

That we grow and evolve into a planet wide tribe of compassionate people.

Photo by ATC Comm Photo on Pexels.com

Novel Virus

CDC / Public domain

Can a novel virus teach
What climate emergency so far have not?
The interconnectedness of a global world
No country beyond its reach
Collective action the only sensible plot
Work together without accusing insults hurled

Can a novel virus show
What’s closest to our hearts
What we value most of all
Do we dare accept, have courage to know
Faithfully confess what we display in all our art
Happiness only ever lay in following loving soul calls

Can a novel virus reveal
How compassionate living will be
Only way out the materialistic maze
Can we make a New Green Deal
Accept responsibility humbly
Changing our planet wrecking, extreme storm inducing ways?

© REDCAT

It would be easy right now to give in to hopelessness and despair. It hangs as a virulent miasma over the world. This new, unknown threat, has shook us to the core, in a way the rampantly accelerating environmental disaster has not. It has shown our mean, stupid side in different panicky behaviour, like avoiding all asians from the start, like stockpiling toiletpaper of all things, like shunning Corona beer. It also shows our denial, it’s only in Asia, not here, it’s only in Italy, not Scandinavia. Like the alps haven’t long been a favorite winter destination, like there’s not constant physical contact between people from different countries within many industries.

I think it scares us shitless, just because we know that we haven’t built a world that can handle any big upset. There is no marginals. Not enough time to react. In Sweden there is not enough intensive care units to handle a big outbreak. There might be shortages of testing equipment worldwide. Also we live with a financial system, aka the economy, that is one very skittish easily scared entity. Built upon something as unreasonable as everlasting growth…

The panic we try to hide is also the panic of loneliness, the fear of being sick, maybe dying, in a world locked in isolation. Humans are social creatures, dependent on interactions with others.

Personally I would advise wisdom instead of panic. If we truly want to stop Covid-19 from spreading the only way is to limit human physical interactions to a minimum for a while. Yes, that would be disruptive, but not as disruptive as most other scenarios.

Maybe it could also make us rediscover.
That consuming things is not what we need most. Flying all over to meet, instead of using technology we already possess, to meet virtually, is also often bad time and resource management. When the people we most often wanna meet are loved ones. Maybe that new plastic toy don’t have to be bought because the family have rediscovered how to play in the woodland.

Apparently we live in interesting times…


New Zealand Government / Public domain

Linked to earthweal weekly challenge: STORMS and the poem part also shared to At the Beginning of a Pandemic* … your next Wednesday Writing Prompt, hosted this week by Michael Dickel at The Poet By Day

Pansarbjørne visitor

Image Source

Frost-moon
Silver light
Shining, sparkling, revealing
Human wreckage, no future
Witness

Visitor
Deepest winter
Searching, roaring, defending
Come to save kindred
Pansarbjørne


Escape
Old home
Warming, thawing, changing
Polar bears place lost
Flee

Alone
Without hope
Hurting, starving, dying
Mourning lost ice life
Solitary

Cold-moon
Different world
Snowing, freezing, theming
Without thinking destroying ape
Snow-moon

Frost-moon
Deepest winter
Warning, thawing, changing
Mourning lost ice life
Snow-moon

© REDCAT

Written to the beautiful image from Sunday Muse # 94. I really wanted to write something with a little hope in it, but that seems so hard right now.

Then for some reason, one particular bear came to mind. And I tried to imagine him or one of his Pansarbjørne-kin to come and rescue our polar bears.

Also I’ve been practicing writing didactic Cinquains and ended up by trying my hand at a Garland cinquain.

A Dozen Years

A Better World — Artist: Joel Pett

Not even two score year
A point of no return is very near
But the truth, if you hear
If that act NOW is already here

We have to change the global energy system complete
Stop this level of consuming and nature mistreat
Realize we have only one planet, now downbeat
We’ve broken the system so the planet will overheat

For decades I’ve been but a bore
Talking a climate, toxicology, climate and more
Saying it’s one system from shore to shore
I’m glad the young are finally starting to ROAR

We don’t really have the race psyche
Accepting the race is still so childlike
Instead of chasing the next social like
We should all participate in the next climate strike

© REDCAT

In the poem I cite one commonly misunderstood time-span in witch to ACT!
Read,“What Does ’12 Years to Act on Climate Change’ (Now 11 Years) Really Mean?” and “Climate change: 12 years to save the planet? Make that 18 months” for a better understanding.
And wonders if not more of us adults should join Greta Thunberg och #FridaysForFuture for the next big climate strike
.
(14th February in Sweden)

Written for earthweal open link weekend #5.

Hive kids

Karalevna25 [CC BY 4.0]

Everyday at dawn and dusk.
The hive kids are taking out to dust.
To jolly run hither and thither.
Smearing pollen on their pollen collective Wings.
Then darting to the next plantation to fertilize the next generations of crop and flower.

Once we had small flying insects for the job.
But since they all got wiped in the sixth extinction.
We used to smallest, cutest, happiest, kids from the climate refugee camps. Their life is much better in the Honey Hives than outside.

© REDCAT

Written for weekly challenge: THE ANIMALS OF CLIMATE CHANGE at earthweal.
Another take on how I feel about all those living things perishing because of humans – She-wolf – another eartweal post of mine.

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