Shadow People Before My Eyes – A Triple Triolet, April Ekphrastic Challenge

Kerfe Roig

Shadow people before my eyes
Drifting aimlessly through their lives
Foggy as rainy crying skies
Shadow people before my eyes
Fading as sorrow’s darkness rise
Remembering just negatives
Shadow people before my eyes
Drifting aimlessly through their lives

Nobody holds then as they cry
No one a kind helping hand gives
Sorrow without friends multiply
Nobody holds then as they cry
Nobody these souls fortify
They are dark depressions captives
Nobody holds then as they cry
No one a kind helping hand gives

Shadow people before my eyes
What can get then to see bright life
Fading away ‘til their souls dies
Shadow people before my eyes
Unable to see the blue skies
Lost without finding hope inside
Shadow people before my eyes
What can get then to see bright life

©RedCat

I’m half a month early, but this one is written for Mental Health Awareness Month. A way to show that there are a lot of people out there who suffer from depression, and do so thinking and feeling they are all alone. Because that is part of how depression works, isolating us from the rest of the world.

But you are not alone! There is help to get!

For many there are loved ones that would like nothing better than to give help, support and love. And if you don’t have loved ones who care, there is support and help to get, from others who have suffered as you do and from professionals.
But you have to reach out or open up just a little bit for them to know you need help. And that I know from personal experience is not always an easy thing.


Writing a triple triolet as in Trapped, Imprisoned In Her Own Mind, was so fun and challenging enough that I just had to do it again. Because that way it feels like you get a chance to make the triolet go somewhere and not just be a repetitive poem stuck in one place.

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

On the Edge

Trigger warning!
Photo by Spencer Selover from Pexels

Constantly shifting and parrying
One small misstep
Is all it takes to fall
When you are
On the edge

A thin line betwixt darknesses
The only light tread
In this weave of nightmares
Bright hope is scarce
When you are
On the edge

Unending battles and skirmishes
No path to ceasefire
Scraped raw, skinless
When you are clinging
To a sharp edge

Trapped in loops of the past
Shackled by demons
No space to break free
When you are balancing
On the edge

Blind to joy, trust, peace
Deaf to caring words and hearts
Mute the screams, silence the tears, hide the pain
Drowning in a well of sadness
Unable to reach out or be reached
When you are living
On the edge

©RedCat

Written for myself and others I care for. Who like me is battling depression, old trauma wounds and mental health issues.

I wanted to share how it feels to live on that edge. When the edge is all there seems to be. When there is no light on the horizon. That’s why there’s a trigger warning. Because from that place you don’t feel hope. Can’t imagine a happy ending.

Another poem about edges I written is – After.


Photo by Tom Verdoot from Pexels

Shared with dVerse — Poetics — Edges and Fringes.

Where tonight’s mission, should we choose to accept it, is to spark on one of these paths:

  1. Write a poem using the word edge;
  2. Write a poem that keeps Millikin’s question above in mind.
  3. Write a poem using the word fringe;
  4. Write a poem from the fringe, however you define it.

Obviously I choose number 1.


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Nightmare Storms – A Villanelle –Ekprastic Challenge, January 30

Kerfe Roig – The Heat Breaks

In her dark mind towering thunderheads
Better to break than to abuse conform
Sparkling dreams and fragile dreams beaten dead

No pink dawn breaking to be seen ahead
The sky full of bruised clouds aching to storm
In her dark mind towering thunderheads

Starved, strangled passion bleeding out blood-red
No space for dreams outside the prescribed norm
Sparkling dreams and fragile dreams beaten dead

Clinging to sanity by a thin thread
Stuck screaming unheard in protective form
In her dark mind towering thunderheads

Trapped in a black vortex of clawing dread
Demons, nightmares and evil spirits swarm
Sparkling dreams and fragile dreams beaten dead

Shivering cold in a lonely blue bed
Dreaming of being held in embrace warm
In her dark mind towering thunderheads
Sparkling dreams and fragile dreams beaten dead

©RedCat

The form is a Villanelle in pentameter, meaning five feet per line. And although it has niteen lines (thirteen unique ones) it has only two rhyme sounds.
For me the easiest way to denote this is – A1bA2 abA1 abA2 abA1 abA2 abA1A2

I confess to some extra dark and hopeless days recently, but even so, I’m grateful to be able to say it was a long time – as in years and years – since I was in such a bad place.

I just have private reasons for wanting to help someone else expressing the same kind of bad place.

Read all poems and see all poems at The Wombwell Rainbow.

Also posted to OLN at dVerse – The Poets Pub.

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/

Longing by the Moon – 22 December

Photo by luizclas from Pexels

The crescent moon is sickle sharp
Like the distance keeping us apart
Then she grows, still we’re seeing her from distant shores
Separated from the one we adore

The warm, golden half-moon
Makes us long for passionate afternoons
Then she fills, lockdown alarm shrills
While we freeze as loneliness chills

The full moon, glistening on frost
Reminding of all that’s lost
Then she fades, taking light and hope away
Spring, a made up, unreachable someday

©RedCat
©RedCat

1 December – Advent Calendar 2020
Waiting a Long December Night – 2 December 2020
Glow – 3 December (2019 Re-Post)
Birth Echoes Through Time – 4 December
Golden Dawn Of A New Year – 5 December
Night Walks – 6 December (2019 Re-post)
Spirit of the season – 7 December (2019 Re-post)
Searching For A Way – 8 December
Surrender Sky-clad to the Moon – 9 December
Tomten Wonders – A Golden Shovel Poem Inspired by Viktor Rydberg, 10 December
Midwinter Love – A Landay Poem, 11 December (2019 Re-post)
Cold Moon – 12 December (2019 Re-post)
Saint Lucia – 13 December (2019 Re-post)
Inglenook Dreams – 14 December
Dark moon of the crone – 15 December (2019 Re-post)
Gothic Christmas Carol – 16 December
Love Me, Accept Me, Hold Me – Affirmation poem, 17 December
Mnemosyne visits – 18 December (2019 Re-post)
Yule Angst – A Villanelle Song by Kmt47 feat RedCat, 19 December
Girl Blue – A Love Song, 20 December
Solstice prayer – 21 December (2019 Re-post)
Longing by the Moon – 22 December
Moon Madness – A Acrostic Poem, 23 December
Gift Rhymes – 24 December (2019 Re-post)

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Gray, Black, Endless – A Landay Poem

Grey days blend, rain drizzle, limbo haze
Trapped in this lonely maze
My body yearns for your gaze

Black nights reign, empty bed, frozen soul
Stuck in a depressive sinkhole
Need touch to be whole

Endless longing, without belonging
Hot tears sting, touched soul-seed loud sings
Survive until spring

©RedCat
Photo by Henry & Co. from Pexels

This poem is written in a Landay pattern, meaning it’s three couplets with nine syllables in the first line and thirteen in the second. Then I had the idea of an internal rhyme in the second line, and broke it into two for sheer effect! :-)

Written for the Sunday Muse # 138, and inspired by the fact that Stockholm has had ZERO sun hours since November 28th.

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Trapped Within A Glass-Shard Maze

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon from Pexels

Painted only blue
Sorrow in every sinking hue
Wrote only black
Walking limbos gay fading tracks

A broken heart sees haze
Trapped within a glass-shard maze

Suddenly there’s you
Swapping colours for shining new
Red bricks crack
Rainbow colours flooding back

A broken heart sees haze
Trapped within a glass-shard maze

Bloodred life begin anew
Changing this burnt desert view
Healing what was cracked
Bringing back my beloved lilacs

A healing heart’s star blaze
Flaming within a rose tinted gaze

©RedCat

Written for MTB: Synesthesia over at dVerse poets pub.

I find Synesthesia, really interesting. Looking at that Tedtalk and the Lorde interview (see videos below) I’m reminded of those patterns and colors I get as warning before and during a migraine attack. The patterns and colors change due to sound and touch, and have nothing whatsoever to do with object reality.

Photo by Anthony from Pexels

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