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.

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


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

Mnemosyne visits – 18 December (2019 Re-post)

Remembering the passion we shared so boundless.
How the kiss of your lips left me breathless.
The way you read every need, wordless.
Orgasms that left me floating, weightless.
Encounters that made me emboldened, fearless.
Memory is eternal, ageless.

Recalling this fantasy was real,
fulfilling many a need.
Restores in my heart,
though the truth can be tart.
Faith that even a lonely heart, homeless,
will one day fine love, hopefulness.


18th December 2020
Re-post note

Right now I’m working on a poem set to music, I had hoped it would be done tonight,
but apparently not so. So instead I’ll treat you to this re-post from last year.

Written for the dVerse ~ Tuesday Poetics: Less is More, more or less.
” The suffix ‘less’ has both negative and positive connotations and even neutral ones. The challenge is to choose one or more from the list of words BELOW and include it/them in the body and/or title of your poem. If possible, add a soupçon of hopefulness for Hope is the message in this first advent week!”

ageless ~ boundless ~ breathless ~ careless ~ cloudless ~ colourless ~ faceless ~ fearless ~ feckless ~ flawless ~ formless ~ harmless ~ heedless ~ helpless ~ homeless ~ listless ~ needless ~ restless ~ rootless ~ senseless ~ tasteless ~ weightless ~ windowless ~ wordless

Since I was all serious about advent yesterday, I decided to have some fun with this one. Which apparently meant my naughty side came out… ;-)

Spring Day in the Garden

Photo by Quang Nguyen Vinh on Pexels.com

A day spent in the garden
Looking after our earthly warden
Nature connect body, and mind hearten

Hastening springs return
Northerners after light and warmth yearn
Freeing us from yearly nocturne

Breaking old stems
Brittle like broken dreams
Shattering with puffs of remembers screams

Raking skeletal leaves
Like collecting trauma debris
Heavy dead limbs are energy thieves

Cutting budless branches
Composting leads to new life chances
We all participate in life’s death-rebirth dances

Physical meditation of leaves and soil
Releasing old growth that goals foil
Mindfulness by aware present bodily toil


On prompt today for day 18 of GloPoWriMo – to write an ode to life’s small pleasures.

Photo by Abby Chung 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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