Through Hell – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Nine of Wands – Kerfe Roig

You’ve been through hell
But outwardly nobody can tell
You look confident and strong
But in your heart you just want to belong
Your mind keeps saying they are all reading you wrong

You’ve picked yourself up more times than you care to count
You’ve survived more that most will ever have to surmount
Yet you see yourself as flawed and weak
As someone who have no right to love and support seek
Instead of seeing how your experiences have made you unique

I know you are ready to give up
That you’ve started to fear each sunup
But I’m here to let you know
You can this darkness to outgrow
That your indomitable spirit shines with a blinding glow

Yourself is the only one you need to forgive
Not anyone who’s been abusive
You’ve been taught to see yourself as wrong
But you are brave and bold and strong
You are worthy of love and to belong

But you have to let your walls down just a little bit
You have to acknowledge how badly you’ve been hurt and hit
You have to let trustworthy people in
Needing others is human, not a sin
Then your new life can truly begin

©RedCat

Inspired by the symbology of the Nine of Wands. Written as a letter to another me who really would have needed this. And to anyone else out there who needs to to hear that being abused is never the victim’s fault. 

To forgive yourself for something not your fault might seem odd. But I know that most abuse survivors struggle with just that. Holding themselves responsible for what happened. In parts I still do. And that putting the blame where it actually belongs, be it an abusive parent or partner, is both very hard and one of the things that sets you free.


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

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 från 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

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

Humans Really Don’t Know (2020 Re-post)

“The Sea Inside”  painting by Samy Charnine

Humans really don’t know
How life is to stardust souls
Forced to hibernate like bears in snow
Only feeling the truth trough small portholes

Humans really don’t know
How life with an awakened soul
Could lead to a constant flow
Of abundant love through soul’s window

Humans really don’t know
How life led by true purpose of soul
Where gratitude leads to divine inner glow
Calmly transform their minds inner fishbowl

Humans really don’t know
How to manifest all they want via their souls
How to choose lifelong learning and growth
How into spiritual living while in flesh enroll

© REDCAT


Re-post comment:
Wednesday and time to wander the archives. Since it’s GloPoWriMo 2021 I thought I’d share one of the most read post from April last year. The original was posted 26 April 2020.

Enjoy!


Written in response to the beautiful and thought inducing painting at Sunday Muse # 105. Made me read up on the symbolism on Koi fish. And they seem to symbolize a whole bunch of good things. Tenacity, Wealth, Abundance, Luck, Courage, Transformation, Uniqueness, Non-conformity, Family Strength and have lots of Buddhist Connotations. (source)
Also linking to Writers’ Pantry #17 , Promote Yourself Monday, April 27, 2020 at Go Dog Go and Open Link Night: We are listening at dVerse.


Photo by FOX 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

Mind Finds Soul Fearlessly Shines – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Kerfe Roig – Cave

In the recesses of my mind
Hidden deep within the folds
So that no monster will it find
Is a cave that hidden dreams hold
Where multicoloured hopes shine
Where the soul spark core personality mould

Hidden deep within my mind
The passions I learned to hide
In a cave that no one can find
The creativity that gives joy and pride
From the soul spark core eternally shine
A girl finding the Goddess sacraments all starry-eyed

The passions ruling my heart and mind
Gives intimate solace as nothing else can
The creativity through which I peace find
The only thing that abuse taught fears ban
A girl seeing the Goddess sacraments in her soul shine
Finds the goldenrod light path that’s been there since life began

©RedCat

Inspired by Kerfe Roig’s rorschach like “Cave” and three words from the Skyloverwordlist, sacrament, intimate and goldenrod.

The use of repetition here is my own “weft and warp” as I’ve previously described it, meaning it’s a form invented by me during writing. As in Moonsea a poem from the first ekphrastic challenge I participated in.

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


Photo credit: Alina Grubnyak on Unsplash

Read more about the Spanish neuroscientist, pathologist, and histologist specializing in neuroanatomy and the central nervous system Santiago Ramón y Cajal referenced in the picture on Wikipedia.

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

Cherry Blossoms – A Haibun

Cherry Blossoms in Stockholm
©RedCat

The cherry trees are budding. Like the love in our hearts.
Soon it will fill the garden with clouds of blossoms.
That will rain upon us as we kiss beneath the bright spring moon.

Love’s first pale pink blush
Hides high summer’s hot passion
And fall’s thunderstorms

©RedCat


Written for tonight’s Haibun Monday (3-29-21): Cherry Blossoms at dVerse.
Decided to keep it as short and sweet as possible.


The photo’s are both taken late April in Stockholm previous years
.

Read other Haibun’s by me here.


Cherry Blossoms in Stockholm
©RedCat

Take me up (2020 Re-post)

“Take Me Up”  by Lauren Withrow

Wandering lost in the foothills of limbo
Hiding a true self
Smothered the life flame

Hair over my eyes
I still see the broken remnants of life
Strewn around

Eons of mist
The heath becomes my bier
Laying my head down in surrender
This is the end

Heaven rent through
Clear light
Bright singing

White doves descend
Messengers from the Goddess
Time is not up
Work yet undone

Binding by the thinnest thread of hope

Wings flap
Carries me aloft
Cooing as they go

Chronicle the plight of Gaia and her children
Connect those that would stand against
Combat complacency
Fight erroneous facts
Enlight through teaching
Delight with words

Don your armour shieldmaiden

Burnished plates of syllabus
Lexical gauntlets
Helmet of fortified poetry

Pick up your pen-sword
Your magic book-cover shield

Prepare for battle

©REDCAT

Welcome to Wandering the Archives Wednesday! Tonight a poem about nearly giving up, and then finding reasons to fight on. The original post was made 5th January 2020. That feels more like eons ago, than a little more than a year. This “life on hold” due to a pandemic has really done something to the way I perceive time it’s more plastic somehow. Also I find myself talking sometimes like last year didn’t happen at all. And I wonder if I’m the only one doing that?

Enjoy!


Written for Sunday Muse # 89, also posted to Poets Uniteds new home, Poets and Storytellers United ~ Writers’ Pantry #1: Home Is People.

A Gilded Cage is Still a Cage – Flash Fiction

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Every evening she goes to the beach. I wonder if it’s the setting sun or the sea she beseech.
What does she hear in the sounds of the waves?
The right incantation to keep her loved ones safe?
The right offering to calm the sea?
A safe path for her sisters to flee?

A gilded cage is still a cage. However posh it looks to those downstage.
The pain, hurt and oppression happens backstage. 

However noble your birth. There’s truly just one species of humans on Earth.

Set all those princesses free. They are people just like you and me.

©RedCat


Note: For both effect and for the international women’s day (March 8th) I choose her, sisters, and princesses. But in reality both princes and princesses, and every other royal should be set free.

Photo by Jessica Cortez from Pexels

All week I’ve had this – A gilded cage is still a cage – phrase in my mind. Brought about by one of Sweden’s political pundits comments on the intervju with Harry and Meghan. She (the political pundit) commented that many people have a lot worse life situation then those two. 

And while that is a true statement. If there’s even a smidgen of truth to, for example; the comments about their, then unborn, child’s skin colour. Every caring, equality minded person out there should be outraged!

The phrase stayed in my mind for another reason though. A question that cropped up after reading the pundits comments. Would she say the same – that wealth and standing precludes you from having and/or airing grievances – if we were talking about one of the Saudi princesses

The one’s risking their lives to flee only to be dragged back and locked in very luxurious prisons. Unable to speak freely. Unable to communicate freely. Stopped from moving around freely. Denied to live freely after their own hearts and minds.

I’ve never been especially either for or against royal families. But the older I get, the more the whole thing seems like ancient ludicrous beliefs that many people would be freer and happier without.


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.

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