Time Is Running Out – A Haibun, 14 December


As the days shortens and the nights lengthens to midwinter it feels like time is running out. Like soon there be no time left to do anything. The awareness of the coming turning does nothing to alleviate this feeling. Add to that a ton of course work left, a child’s birthday to celebrate and only ten days left to Christmas Eve, and the feeling goes from uneasy to alarming. There really is very little time to get everything left to do done.

Time is running out
This odd year is about to end
Darkness flowing in

© RedCat





Image credits:

First image: Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash
Second image: Photo by Gerald Berliner on Unsplash
Third image: Photo by Justin Veenema on Unsplash


Shadow People Before My Eyes – A Triple Triolet, April Ekphrastic Challenge

Kerfe Roig

Shadow people before my eyes
Drifting aimlessly through their lives
Foggy as rainy crying skies
Shadow people before my eyes
Fading as sorrow’s darkness rise
Remembering just negatives
Shadow people before my eyes
Drifting aimlessly through their lives

Nobody holds then as they cry
No one a kind helping hand gives
Sorrow without friends multiply
Nobody holds then as they cry
Nobody these souls fortify
They are dark depressions captives
Nobody holds then as they cry
No one a kind helping hand gives

Shadow people before my eyes
What can get then to see bright life
Fading away ‘til their souls dies
Shadow people before my eyes
Unable to see the blue skies
Lost without finding hope inside
Shadow people before my eyes
What can get then to see bright life

©RedCat

I’m half a month early, but this one is written for Mental Health Awareness Month. A way to show that there are a lot of people out there who suffer from depression, and do so thinking and feeling they are all alone. Because that is part of how depression works, isolating us from the rest of the world.

But you are not alone! There is help to get!

For many there are loved ones that would like nothing better than to give help, support and love. And if you don’t have loved ones who care, there is support and help to get, from others who have suffered as you do and from professionals.
But you have to reach out or open up just a little bit for them to know you need help. And that I know from personal experience is not always an easy thing.


Writing a triple triolet as in Trapped, Imprisoned In Her Own Mind, was so fun and challenging enough that I just had to do it again. Because that way it feels like you get a chance to make the triolet go somewhere and not just be a repetitive poem stuck in one place.

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

Invisible Portal – Ekphrastic Challenge January 20

Kerfe Roig – Invisible Cities Portal 

See the shimmering rift
Sea of twinkling stars
Blooming fantasy’s gift
Awakening souls avatar

Travel through the portal
Enter unlimited possibilities space
Experience like an immortal
Every imaginable place

Creative heart’s vision
Ethereal timeless wisdom show
Embark on artistic mission
Lighted by muses crafted glow

Follow stories of the rainbow
Sail the word-stream on a moonbeam
Befriend the shadow, she inspiration bestow
Clear singing book-stream, a poet’s dream 

©RedCat

See artwork and read all poems at The Wombwell Rainbow.

Also shared on Open Link #282 – LIVE Edition.


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/

Inglenook Dreams – 14 December

Days she’s a translucent idea
Displaying the required galleria
Stuck in this confined woman form
Laced tight in society’s norms
As the fire turns to embers
The quiet girl no one remembers
Cosy up in the inglenook
To write forbidden poems in her book

©RedCat
©RedCat

Written for tonight’s dVerse prompt Quadrille #118: In the Inglenook. A lovely word, I seldom get to use. And a thing I always wish my house would have.

©RedCat

Ballad of the Lost Poet

Photo by Daria Shevtsova on Pexels.com

The muses looked over the lost child
Had heard her forlorn song
Seen her survive, learning to hide
Pretend like she belonged

Tuck away all the light inside
Pretend you’re not moon wild

She’d read every odd arcane book
Yet, failed to somewhere find
Searched every dusty archive nook
A way out of her mind

Tuck away all the light inside
Pretend you’re not moon wild

Finally the muses decided
She must learn how to shine
Encouraged to spread her wings wide
Shock her out of line

Tuck away all the light inside
Pretend you’re not moon wild

So they sent shock and death fright
Mixed with love and kindness
To allow for insights
Divine starlight in inky blackness

Trust, release all the light inside
You’re one of the  moon wild

Now she’s crafting a new word way
Daring to freely share
Growing bolder and lighter each day
Poetry from midair

Trust, release all the light inside
You’re one of the  moon wild

The muses looked over the poet found
Heard her soul bright joy song
Saw her thrive, hold readers spellbound
See trauma made her strong

Trust, release all the light inside
You’re one of the  moon wild

© REDCAT

Lately my childhood, with books and pets as only friends, have been shoving up in my writing – What did you think would happen to a child left on my doorstep?.
So today, thinking both about all the writers (and there are many) who inspires me, and my relationship with order (NOUN not verb), especially poetic order in form of feet’s and meters. I got it into my head to write using the Ballad metre.

Posted in response to Poetics: Order, Order! at dVerse and on prompt today for GloPoWriMo 2020.

Photo by Daria Shevtsova 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

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