A Sea Of Blue


The forest hills, a sea of blue
Like my heart’s longing for you
Spring awakened the feeling anew
Pain of longing, so blue

The forest hills, a sea of blue
Twinkling sapphires in the morning dew
Like my tears as we said adieu
Heart longing, so blue

The forest hills, a sea of blue
Ocean deep like my love for you
Your leaving torn my heart in two
Soul longing, so blue

©RedCat

Written for Blue Tuesday over at dVerse.

This prompt made me realize that blue is quite common in my writing.

Both as a sad heartbreak colour like in Girl Blue – A Love Song and Trapped Within A Glass-Shard Maze. As a hopeful sky colour like in Blue Star Horses and The Dawn Sky Is Ethereal Blue. And as the colour of dreams in Blue Forest Of Remembrance and Summer sky. 

Maybe I should try some other colours.


Hepatica nobilis via Wikimedia Commons.

Stardust Souls

NASA/SDO/AIA, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

We stardust souls are eternal, yet needing a flesh costume to affect and interact in the physical world. So we subject ourselves to the death-rebirth trauma of being born, forgetting most of our knowledge and wisdom in the process.

Then we grow and learn what we can in a lifetime. Laughter and joy. Friendship. Hope and despair. Love and hate. Pain and anguish.

When the flesh grows weak and old, we die and remember everything from the beginning of time. Remember the reason we undertake life again and again. Only to once again choose the flesh costume. Hoping this time we’ll be able to awaken the flesh’s animal soul enough to impart some of our wisdom. Knowing that all we can hope to become, are messengers. 

Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things.

© RedCat


Written for Prosery: Here’s the thing about existing at dVerse. Where we write prose, maximum 144 words, incorporating a line of poetry.

Tonight’s line is from a favorite poet.

“Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.”


Gaia Speaks

The Blue Marble –  taken on December 7, 1972, by the crew of the Apollo 17

I am the Earth
I am the sky
The life giving waters
The all consuming fires

To me you belong from birth
Until the day you die
All creatures are my sons and daughters
Through the eons until the sun’s heat expires

Again and again I see souls rebirth
Sometimes a soul ascend, grow wings to with spirits fly
You need to nurture those deep diving free thinkers
To let them hope and change inspire

Otherwise you’ll die on a barren earth
Damned however much you then regrets cry
The time to act is now! Do better!
Do what your mother Gaia requires

Stop being nature destroying vampires!

©RedCat

Written for Poetics: Exploring the Narrative Voice at dVerse. For some reason this one was hard. Perhaps because I needed to choose my narrative voice before starting, instead of just having it happen as I go along.

This is the second time I’ve written in Gaia’s voice. The first was a Gaia’s Nightmare, a flash fiction piece.


Gaea by Anselm Feuerbach, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Seeds – A Quadrille

The artwork Perpetual repercussion by Dyveke Sanne, over the Svalbard Global Seed Vault entrance.
Martyn Smith from London, England, CC BY 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Sow love and friendship giving seeds
Uproot energy stealing weeds

Nurture that which creativity breeds
Scale away all that negativity breeds

Grow roots that fulfill your needs
Show thankfulness for caring deeds

Follow paths that to growth leads
Sow hope and dream fostering seeds

©RedCat

Written for tonight’s Planting Seeds Quadrille prompt at dVerse.

Read other Quadrilles by me here.


Casanova Comes Closer (2020 Re-post)

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Re-post comment:

Welcome to another Wandering the Archives Wednesday. This month is all about GloPoWriMo. So here’s the fourth most read post from April 2020.

Enjoy!



Casanova comes closer
Celebrated curves charm
Lips cherry colored
Cobalt eyes cajole
Clothes, composure convey carefree confidence
Concealing clingy charcoal chemise
Careful charisma conspire
Channeling close connection
Compassionate carnal company
Clarion cavalry call
Come cherished cupid
Come closer
Come conquer
Come champion
Come climax

© REDCAT

Time for Quadrille #101 – a poem of precisely 44 words – at dVerse poets pub. Really love playing around with this format. :-)


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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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Another Piece of the Puzzle – A Puente Poem


Always felt other and wrong
Never truly felt like I belong
Never felt unencumbered and free
Allowed to just be me
Perpetual cycles of pain and abuse
Always guessing which persona mask to use
Living with nagging doubt, maybe I’m just insane

~Can a diagnosis everything explain~

Help me to equilibrium gain
Teach me what I need to know
To at functioning life have a go
Give me hope of fitting in
Break my minds eternal tailspin
Show me how to reach good mental health
Allow me to fully use my minds idea wealth

©RedCat

Sitting here wondering if I really dare to post this. Afraid to expose myself. Afraid to overshare. Afraid to be rejected once more. At the same time feeling like I need to share how much upheaval there is right now. And why. 

I’ve had bouts of depression on and off through life. And I’ve been told to view them and every other issue as stemming from the abuse I’ve gone through. That my struggles depend on that only and if I can somehow overcome them I will be as everyone else. 

Cue a new psychologist.

Who started to ask questions I’ve never got before. Who administered not just the really short screening tests (that apparently typically don’t catch female sufferers) but longer fuller tests that screen for Adhd/Add and Autism spectrum disorder. The last months have been test upon test. There are a few left but the first of the two is by now a given, the second one in some kind of high functioning way very probable.

I don’t know how to feel about either. And I don’t know if it will really help in any practical way.


I’m still me, as I’ve always been. 

Will this alter others’ perspective of me?


Written in the Puente form for tonight’s Poetics: Build a Bridge at dVerse. 

Rhyme scheme: aabbccd d deeffgg


Monday Evening – A Haibun


Heat dissipates in waves. Sweat turns cold and clammy. I stretch muscles that are stiffening. Already aching with exercise pain. My mind echo with the song I’ve just danced the happy Jive to. Suffused with the endorphins a good workout gives, it’s calm and at peace. Outside the window the full moon rises over the treetops.

In the silver light
Thoughts swirl like moths round and round
Time to say goodnight

© RedCat


Written for tonight’s Haibun prompt over at dVerse.


A Thousand Paper Cranes – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Wishes by Kerfe Roig

If I fold a thousand paper cranes
will my heart be whole again
will I feel the flutter of hopes in my veins

If I fold a thousand paper cranes
will my soul it’s shine regain
will I dare to dream again

If I fold a thousand paper cranes
will my mind cease it’s tear-rain
will I have sun bright wishes again

If I feel hopes flutter again
can I break the trauma chains
that forever all energy drain

If I dare to dream again
can I imagine life without pain
or am I forever stained

If my mind grows light again
can I escape depressions dark bane
stop wondering if I’m sane

If I fold a thousand paper cranes
will I feel free of forced constraints
can I new life purpose gain

If I fold a thousand paper cranes
will it be all in vain
or will I new meaning attain

If I fold a thousand paper cranes
will I understand truths arcane
will I have wishes, dreams and hopes again

©RedCat

When I was in middle school we read Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes after which the class folded a thousand paper cranes (orizuru) that were shipped to Japan to be hung on the Children’s Peace Monument. As a good girl with nimble fingers I folded a whole lot of them, and I remember my wishes as I did so. That there would be peace and no nuclear weapons. But also intensely personal wishes, that I wouldn’t be bullied anymore, that my mother would acknowledge and kick her pill habit. None of the wishes, big or small came true.

I didn’t have any good folding paper, but I had to try. And wow, talk about muscle memory, I didn’t have to look at the instructions more than once before my hands knew what to do by themselves.


©RedCat

I also clearly remember, somewhere around the same time, finding (at the local library) and reading a comic book version of the bombs falling. I will never forget the graphic illustrations of burns and severe radiation damage. Wondering if it could still be found, I googled. And I found it in one search. And yes, I did remember the gruesomeness of the illustrations correctly.

In English it’s titled Barefoot Gen. When I found the picture of the Swedish cover (only the first book in the series got translated) my mind went; Yep, that’s the one! Apparently it’s the first Manga to be translated and released in Sweden.


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

Also shared on Open Link Night- LIVE #292 at dVerse.


“Gen, pojken frĂĄn Hiroshima” (1985)
cover art by Keiji Nakazawa©Nakazawa/ Projekt Gen/ Bulls presstjänst.

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

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