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.

In The Badger Sett – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Kerfe Roig

Grandma Badger came to greet me
Most dashing in her dinner frock
Invited me to midnight tea

All the little cubs came to gawk
They hadn’t seen a witchling before
Down and down we went, quite a walk

At length we came to a carved door
Come into the library dear
Where we our ancient knowledge store

In here you can meet our seer
She’ll teach you whatever you need
To from the witch hunters stay clear

Decipher the signs you must heed
Help you light the white ardent flame
That must any vision quest lead

It’s time to your inborn strength claim
That’s what will set your spirit free
I see it in your fire brick mane

First we’ll have fortifying tea
Then we’ll see what signs you can see

©RedCat

Researching and writing this I learnt a few new words, first witchling which, when it popped into my mind sounded like something I made up, but according to Wiktionary is a word used in fantasy and wicca. It is synonym to witchlet, anagram to twitchel, both words I don’t know if I read before, but now am itching to use.
And the badger’s burrow is called sett

This is another poem in tetrameter, meaning eight syllables per line. Also another written in terza rima, meaning the rhyme scheme is ABA BCB etc. 

Felt lacking in ideas writing this so used the Skyloverwordlist to boost my creativity. Chosen words: Decipher, Ardent and Fire Brick.

For all art and all poems 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

Autumn feast – A Sonnet, April Ekphrastic Challenge

John Law

Riot of fall colours, fall sweets
Blackberries, blueberries I see
Sweet berries my love likes to eat
Chestnuts falling from the big tree

The shiny apples makes you smile
The last tomatoes makes you purr
The blackthorn we leave for awhile
Until the frost makes them sweeter

What a bountiful autumn eve
Careful love, with the rose hip stalks
The rowan-berry we best leave
To the blackbirds and the red fox

He deserves a very tart snack
We’ll not get granny wood mouse back

©RedCat


Wanted something lighter after yesterday’s shivers, so I chose this picture because of all the striking colours, even if fall harvest feels a long way off when spring has barely started.

This sonnet is in tetrameter instead of the classical pentameter, just because I wanted to give that a try. 

To read other Sonnet’s by me click here.

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


John Law

“Am 68. Live in Mexborough. Retired teacher. Artist; musician; poet. Recently included in ‘Viral Verses’ poetry volume. Married. 2 kids; 3 grandkids.”

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Blue Forest Of Remembrance – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Jane Cornwell

The blue forest of remembrance is full of quavering echoes
Whispering through the trees susurrations of memory
Wandering among the trees dreaming soul shadows
Most lost in pensive reverie
Reliving, rethinking, re-choosing life through hindsight’s windows
It’s all part of sleeping souls nightly recovery

Whispering through the trees a multitude of echoes
Joy and happiness, sorrow and pain
Most lost to the wind blown shadows
Others fall as antique white petals rain
All part of how memories lights the windows
How dreaming souls lead their wake selves to staying sane

Joy and happiness, sorrow and pain through the trees echoes
Some souls dream of floating in happiness rainbow bright
Others fall ensnared in clawing painful shadows
Losing another nights fight
How dreaming leads to the memory windows
How souls fare in the forest, changes every night

©RedCat

Stockholm
©RedCat

Inspired by the suggestive painting by Jane Cornwell and three words from the Skyloverwordlist; Quaver, Pensive and Antique White.

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

I especially liked Looking for Clues by Merril D Smith and the Villanelle Sylvia by Tim Fellows. 

Written in the same poetic form as Mind Finds Soul Fearlessly Shines. One of two invented by me. Because I realized a form used but once, might not be a form at all, so I had to see if I could use it again. I’m glad to say that it worked. 

I’m still unsure of how to denote it so that anyone but me could use it. How do you denote a line (2, 4, 6) that only partly repeats in the next stanza? Is it a refrain? Or that the last word in lines 1, 3, 5 repeat in every stanza?

Next I have to see if I can repeat the form used in Moonsea.


Photo by Evie S. on Unsplash
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

The Aurora Butterfly – A Sonnet, April Ekphrastic Challenge

John Law

The Aurora male, wingtips like golden dawn
Peek out from the shadowy forest edge
Letting his wings flutter awake and yawn
Hoping he his chances enough has hedged

Is there enough big flower heads nearby
So far devoid of other females eggs
Is the soil deep, rich and suitably dry
Are there any quick hunters with eight legs

Wondering if it’s a warm enough day
If he’s chosen a path with enough light
For a female to at last fly his way
To him the meadow is luminous bright

The male awaits being picked by a queen
Dreams of a female in gold speckled green

©RedCat

Photo by Tunafish on Unsplash

Writing another Sonnet has been on my list for April, and finally a topic seemed to fit the form.
Read other Sonnet’s by me here.

The orange tip is called Aurora butterfly in Swedish.

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


John Law

“Am 68. Live in Mexborough. Retired teacher. Artist; musician; poet. Recently included in ‘Viral Verses’ poetry volume. Married. 2 kids; 3 grandkids.”

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Granddaughters of Red Riding Hood – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Jane Cornwell

We granddaughters of red riding hood
Brought up with the cautionary tale
Have the dangers of dark woods understood

Know everything the world thinks women should
Do to avoid predatory males
As granddaughters of red riding hood

Know there’s sometimes cruelty in manhood
Know that nice personas can evil veil
We have the dangers of dark places understood

Know that getting caught by one would
Lead others to our precautions assail
As granddaughters of red riding hood

We know that one sad fact of womanhood
Most abuser will never face jail
We have the dangers of dark minds understood

Know we’ll live asking if we’ve done all we could
Knowing the price we’ll pay if we fail
We granddaughters of red riding hood
Have the dangers of walking the dark understood

©RedCat


I’ve got such reactions to We just want to get home – Dedicated to Sarah Everard.
Both when I read it live and afterwards. Some comments especially have made my heart ache with the knowledge that way too many women have been assaulted. Will be assaulted sometime in their lives. Click on the link to read it, or hear me read it on dVerse Open Link Live.

This one is a sort of continuation or maybe a companion piece. Because as the abuse seems never ending, so too is the struggle to do something about it.  

Written in the Villanelle form. But don’t bother to count the syllables, because I’ve kept no strict meter. And have allowed the repeating lines to change slightly through the poem. Choosing substance over form.

For all art and all poems go to The Wombwell Rainbow.

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

Frost and Ice moons, Ekprastic Challenge, February 3

Kerfe Roig – What Grows Here

Under the frost and ice moons don’t despair
The maidens quickening is soon near
The winds turning warm and fair
Singing budding spring for all to hear

In the grove of skeletal birch don’t feel sorrow
Let the cold silver moonlight shadows spear
Beneath the snow hides the seeds of tomorrow
Let purple blue moonlight guide souls vision here

When the world is frozen, ice, snow, white
Listen to what intuition hears
Teeming life comes back with the light
Spring’s awakening is soon near

©RedCat

Kerfe Roig – Winter Forest

I’m revelling in the fact that Stockholm is white and covered in snow. I chase blinding sunlight on snow whenever it’s there. The lengthening days are noticeable. Still in the core of most northerners lies the longing for spring.

This poem has an ababcbcbdbdb rhyme pattern.

To read all poems and see all artwork go to The Wombwell Rainbow.

Also posted to Seasonal Changes 1: IMBOLC at earthweal.

Photo by Frank Cone on Pexels.com
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/

Dream Cabin in the Woods


Dawn breaks on the cabin blanketed in brilliant unbroken snow. Sea of white clasping emerald conifer gems. A blank slate for us to fill with whatever takes our fancy.

Playing like kids in the snow until we’re hot, cold and rosy.
Peeling off the isolating layers. Waking the embers from their dozing.
Snuggling close to the fire. Exploring each other’s lust.

Free to live a shared fantasy. As winter night falls, silvery moonlight plays on skin. Wolves howling passions release sing. Soaring counterpoint to the warmth within.

As two heart’s find safe rest in the dream cabin in the woods. 

©RedCat


Inspired by a comment about snow as blank paper, another comment about seeking new paths, daring to dream new dreams. The winter vistas I’m surrounded with, and the image at The Sunday muse #145.

It’s been mostly poetry lately so I felt like writing prose and flash fiction. Choosing the 100 word length.

©RedCat

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