Snowflakes Dances Down – 8 December (2021 Re-post)


Snowflakes dances down
Tickling nose and cheeks
Covering the world with a down blanket

Muffles every sound
Except the footfalls squeak
The swish of a winter jacket

Breath deep and ground
With your hidden sides speak
Plant seeds for regrowth under the snow carpet

©RedCat


Re-post comment:

Looking for a post to fit both Wandering the Archives Wednesday and the Advent Calendar I came across this from February of this year. And I wanted to share the wonder of a snowy winter.

Enjoy!




Image credits:

First image: Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
Second image: Photo by Egor Kamelev on Pexels.com
Third image: Photo by Darius Cotoi on Unsplash


Ode To My Dream Girl


Mouth that never knows when to shut up
Powered by a brain that knows a little about everything
That can talk the night away ‘til sunup
Then join the birds to dawns splendor sing

Eyes that sees and notices so much
Your truth and lies, what you wish from the world to hide
Hands built for toil and touch
That knows every household chore, that into ecstatic pleasures guide

Arms that moves graciously
Weather at work or play
Making you watch her endlessly
Finding reasons to every parting delay

Legs and feet that loves to dance
Energy that lasts all night long
Filling your head with ideas of a whirlwind romance
You’ll accept anything if she to you belongs

Body shaped like an hourglass
That makes your thoughts go but one way
You want to drink your fill like emptying a wine glass
Mesmerized by the hips sway

Sweet lips you dream to kiss
Bosom that makes heads turn
Her embrace would be pure bliss
Passion that so brightly burn

A mind full of intricate thought of her own
She is so much more than most will ever see
A will that demands to be accepted and fully known
To love her fully you have to let her be free

©RedCat

Written for tonight’s MTB: The Body & Poetry at dVerse. I didn’t know where to go with this one at all. So I just started writing. And ended up with a love letter to my younger self.




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

Meadow of Lust – January Ekphrastic Challenge, January 14

Kerfe Roig – Dancing Three of Life

Pause, just to take a deep breath
Follow the smell of flowers
Arrive at the meadow of lust
Feel sun on skin

Dance with heart’s passion
Run and jump as frolicking deer
Fly free, feel wind on wings
Worship by sweat and toil

Leap like a dolphin
Dive deep, hear sea songs
Warble and chirp like a songbird
Sing life’s sweet joy

Flutter like a butterfly
Experience all
Soar like an eagle
See everything anew
Gain soul wisdom

Purr like a cat, cuddle in sunshine
Stalk like a lion, find soft touch
Be faithful in heart and soul
Love free

©RedCat

Having kids under ten, and setting aside enough time to write everyday. Is an equation you sometimes fail to solve. Yesterday was one such evening. I had time to fall in love with a piece of art however, so I felt an urge to write something anyhow. Today I’ve stolen bits and pieces of time to pen down what I started last night.

For all off today’s art and poetry 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/

Searching For A Way – 8 December

Photo by Nikhlesh Tyagi from Pexels

Searching for a way
For the right words to say
I long for the dawn of a new day

Searching for a new life
Passionate, loving, without strife
Filled with strobing nightlife
Abundant wildlife

Searching for a new dream
Asking guidance of a moonbeam
For the path where creativity teem

©RedCat

Right now life feels small, cold and lonely for many, and for me. So I tried for some hope, light and life in today’s Advent Calendar poem.

The midwinter darkness has felt exte oppressive lately. The unseasonable warmth keeps the skies grey and foggy rather than the crisp, nipping, sunny air the season should have (unless there’s snowfall of course).
Today I read that the instruments in Stockholm and several other cities have measured ZERO sunhours in December.

So a warming climate makes the winter darkness more oppressive, by denying us the few hours of sunlight, robbing us off the white cover, starving us from reflected moonlight. A full moon can make a clear snowy December night brighter than an overcast December midday.

Some days I have hope for a new spring, perhaps next summer without a pandemic looming. A world coming together on the pandemic and the climate.
Other days, when the sun has not been seen for more than a week. I feel cold desolation, touch deprivation and failing hope. A world gone to smoking cinders, cascading ecological disaster, all ending in an egotistic whimper.

Not knowing to hope or despair, over the fact that the human race has its destiny in its own hands.



The road might be long and windy,
but with will and intention
we can make the journey the point,
not an unforeseeable future goal.
©RedCat

White – Red – Black

Photography by Anatasiya Dobrovolskaya click HERE for Website

Bright lifeforce of the maiden
Crimson battlelust for a lost future
Weeping in dark despair for a dying Earth

Nurturing love of the mothers milk
Blood of birthing a new world
Ice fury of a heartbroken woman scorned

Immortal wisdom of the crone
Magic of history, blood and bone
Cold shadow of looming gravestone

© REDCAT

Sunday Muse # 102

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

Photo by Sunyu Kim on Pexels.com

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