Daily Haibun, June 4th – Contemplating Summer


It’s been a busy day. Yet in the back of my mind are questions of summer. For the second year running there are no big holiday plans. Just smaller day outings loosely planned for when and if the pandemic permits. I really hope the warm weather and vaccinations will make a difference and we will be able to do at least some things.

But mostly I’m thinking about writing. Should I write more? Or should I write less? (Meaning only when inspiration strikes.) Should I try to develop an even more structured writing habit? Should I take some time off blogging and try to write something aimed at submitting for publication? 

Do any of the above questions matter as I’ll have two kids at home all summer?!?

I also long for some extra time to read. Poetry, fiction and nonfiction. 
Does anyone have some interesting book tips for books I just have to read?

Writing and reading
Nourishes my mind and soul
A necessity

©RedCat


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

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Photo by Omid Armin on Unsplash

Daily Haibun – June 2nd

Photo by Zach Plank on Unsplash

Our oldest books are works of art. Bound in supple leather and painstakingly copied by scribes. Then came the first printing presses and books became streamlined in appearance. Later came bigger presses and books became cheap enough for ordinary people. 

When I was little dust jackets were there to protect the book cover underneath. Both the cover and dust jacket usually bore the same print.

Tonight I found myself (again) putting the dust jacket on a shelf to protect it. Because nowadays the cover is only printed on the jacket. The book underneath is plain. It’s cheaper to print that way.

The cover outside
Says nothing of the inside
Of books or people

© RedCat


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

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Gutenberg Bible of the New York Public Library. Bought by James Lenox in 1847.
Photo: NYC Wanderer (Kevin Eng), CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Daily Haibun – May 27th

Front cover of DEN NYA DAGEN GRYR (THE NEW DAY DAWNS) by Johan Svedjedal

Photo by RedCat

Let me into a bookshop and I can browse forever. Until hunger, thirst or the outer world demands attention. Today it came in the form of my nine year old demanding we go for burgers as promised. But I had already found my prize. A biography of one of my favorite poets. One I didn’t know existed just one week ago. So finding a copy on the sales shelf made my day. 

Between the covers
of a book, a world is bound
happiness is found

©RedCat


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

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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

© REDCAT


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
and
Promote Yourself Monday, 2/24/20 and Roundup for 2/17/20.


Star Prayer – A Sonnet, April Ekphrastic Challenge

The Star by Kerfe Roig

Goddess of water and star filled heaven
Nurturer of the awakening soul
Guide me in my journey through the seven
Lead me towards wisdom to make me whole

Shower me in the water from your bowl
Cleanse me with every colour of starlight
Show me how to define a new life role
Grant me creative visions that shines bright

Let my passions soar the heavens in flight
Ignite and burn this nest of abuse thorns
Teach me to understand mystical sight
Help me to in hope and faith be reborn

Bless me as my inner fire flame and glow
As stars above reflects soul sparks below

©RedCat

Photo by Johannes Plenio from Pexels

I can’t believe how fast April has gone. Last year I struggled to write something every day. This year, with the ekphrastic challenge to guide me, the only struggle has been finding enough time to write as much as I’ve wanted. Some days I’ve even written and posted more than one poem. Will sit myself down to reflect and praise myself this weekend, and think about where to go from here. The praising part is one that I have real struggle with, normally I discredit my work and move on to the next thing. So will endeavour to change that this time.

The last ekphrastic poem became another Spenserian sonnet, with the linked rhyme scheme of ABAB BCBC CDCD EE. 

I had to laugh a bit when I wrote it. I’ve stayed away from trying the Spenserian one because I thought the Shakesperian ones were hard enough. But it turns out the linked rhyme scheme, reminiscent of Terza Rima suits me much better. 

Actually really pleased with this one. Feels like ending GloPoWriMo on  a strong note.

I have loads of books, some say too many, but in my opinion you can’t have too many. So when reading up on the symbolism of Tarot trump XVII – The Star, I went browsing my esoteric books and chose the following two as sources, both by the author Naomi Ozaniec.
The Aquarian Qabalah: A Contemporary Initiation Into A Secret Tradition
The Watkins Tarot Handbook: The Practical System of Self-Discovery

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

And just to let you know. There will also be a May Day Ekphrastic Special tomorrow.


Photo by Luck Galindo from Pexels
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

What did you think would happen to a child left on my doorstep? (2020 Re-post)

Photo by Skitterphoto on Pexels.com

Re-post comment:

Wednesday and time to wander the archives. This is the second most read post from GloPoWriMo 2020.
It’s both a story and about me as a child. Books and pets where my only true companions.

Enjoy!



What did you think would happen to a child left on my doorstep?
Free to roam the the shelves.
Delve into the dusty archives.
A whole childhood to read whatever took her fancy.

She learned everything she knows from me.
I always accepted, comforted and nurtured her.
When no one else did.
She felt safe spending hours.
Within my booked lined walls.

Of course she’d find.
Fantastic stories to immerse in.
Hilarious verses to laugh with.
Poetry as steamy as any video.
More facts than you know.
Opposing ideas and new wisdom.
Philosophy and all the religions.
Mystical traditions founded in ancient history.

Curious children do that you see.
They search for and soak up stories and facts.

Of course all that.
Paper and ink.
Facts and fictions.
Millions of words.

Put her under my spell.
Made her seek my sanctuary.
Endeavour to write stories of her own.

Wondrous worlds of strange beauty.
The nature seen through loving eyes.
Sensual stanzas that arouses desire.
Horrifying tales of death and suffering.

Yes! I confess!
That bright discarded child.
I made her mine by love.
Of knowledge and words.

Now she lives in the apartment of the head librarian.
Spending days and nights with words.
I think she’s happy!

© REDCAT

Written for today’s GloPoWriMo prompt, to write a non-apology. Very fun!
Also linking to OLN at dVerse.

Photo by Janko Ferlic on Pexels.com

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

The Magic Bookshop

Photo by David Clode on Unsplash

I found a bookshop. The window full of fantastic drawings. The door sign read.

If you are a dreamer, come in. 
Throw doubts, rules, reason in the bin. 
Here fanciful ideas are not a sin.

Knowing Mother would disapprove, I went in.
Books everywhere. Spilling off shelves. Stacked on the floor.

– Can I help you? he an old man creaked.
– Don’t fret, he continued. 
– I’ll find the book you need in no time.
Then disappeared among the books.

He returned with a small book.
– This is for you dear. Within it you’ll find your way to happiness.
– How much? I managed.
– Oh, nothing right now. Just be sure to come back when you’ve written your first book.

Then he bustled me out the door.

I went home. The little book, heavy in my pocket.

That night I started writing, and I haven’t stopped since.

©RedCat


Written for Meet me where the sidewalk ends… this month’s Prosery prompt at dVerse. I don’t think I ever chafed so much under the 144 word limit as this time. I wanted to describe both the bookshop, the purveyor and the reaction of the I in the story to much greater detail. Well who knows, one day I might find the right reason to write a much longer tale of it.

In Prosery, we have to write prose, and incorporate a line from a poem. This time the line was from Shel Silverstein’s poem, Invitation, as published in his wonderful book, Where the Sidewalk Ends. I have never heard of him before but after reading the poems in the prompt and the 21 I found here, I now want to read everything and check if he’s been translated to Swedish so my kids can read him too.

“If you are a dreamer, come in”

Shel Silverstein

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About the artist to door picture, written by David Clode on Unsplash:

My Mum, Sian Butler, has painted a series of lovely cottages, inspired by what she sees in Tasmania, but also influenced by her living in the UK years ago. They combine a mixture of techniques and textures to produce lively acrylic paintings. Sian is best known for her Australian Outback paintings (she has traveled all around and throughout Australia). Sian is very generous, and delights in sharing her paintings on the internet. She is now eighty, and continues to go from strength to strength, inspiring all those around her with both her paintings and her life.

A Very Happy Unbirthday – A Quadrille

Mosaic Path,” by Erin Hanson

Where’s the way
To where Dinah stay
It was there yesterday

No Cheshire cat here to say
Which is the way
Where the caterpillar philosophizes all day

Where to give gifts away
Celebrate a very happy unbirthday
With a tea party the Wonderland way

©RedCat

Written for dVerse — Quadrille 120. The word to include as one of just 44 is way. And the artwork in the prompt post brought me to Wonderland.

Read more about Dinah, the Caterpillar, the Cheshire cat and unbirthdays on Wikipedia.

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