Lovers in Paris by Jacob Gurevitsch – Saturday Song

Lovers in Paris by Jacob Gurevitsch

Tonight’s song is an instrumental. And one of those I wouldn’t have known had it not been for my dance training. 

I really love the dreamy feel of this one, the passion, love and longing. 

Enjoy!


Lovers in Paris by Jacob Gurevitsch

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.

Lost in Love’s First Flush (2020 Re-post)

Photo by Aleksey Kuprikov on Pexels.com

Re-post comment:

Time for me to dance through the archives.

This is the third most read post from April last year.

Enjoy!



Over the rainbow. Seduced by trust.
Dreamy infatuation. Wholehearted crush.
Finally here. My soul’s fairest.
Eyes lock. My whole body blush.
Clothes gone. Blown away like dust.
Lips meet. Heartbeats rush.
Falling together. Into the arms of lust.
Blissfully lost in love’s first flush.

© REDCAT

For Quadrille #102, at dVerse 44 words not including title.

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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

Crows Calling At Night

Photo by Tim Woodson on Unsplash

The Loon’s Call

Colourful crocuses poking from brown grass
The song thrush singing her tune
Miss him, miss him, miss him
Her hands dance over the lace pillow
Her lips move, but the only sound is the click of the bobbins
Suddenly her hands stop, as tears rolls down her cheek
A forlorn sound escape her
Like the loon’s call echoing over the lake at night

©RedCat

Crows calling at Night ~ Li bai

Yellow clouds beside the walls; crows roosting near.
Flying back, they caw, caw; calling in the boughs.
In the loom she weaves brocade, the Qin river girl.
Made of emerald yarn like mist, the window hides her words.
She stops the shuttle, sorrowful, and thinks of the distant man.
She stays alone in the lonely room, her tears just like the rain.

Crows calling at Night – Li bai

Written for tonight’s Poetics: China – Kingdom of the Poem, prompt over at dVerse.
The Poetics’ Challenge tonight is: Select ONE of the prompt poems and with as many re-reads as needed, imagine what the poet has painted, what impressions are conveyed. 

Then – reinterpret the poem in our own style.

You can hear the loon’s call here.

The Song thrush male may have a repertoire of more than 100 phrases.


The Stars Are Out Tonight – A Villanelle, April Ekphrastic Challenge

Jane Cornwell

The stars are out tonight
Shining for you and me
Beacons in the dark night

Lending their guiding light
So we can the road see
The stars are out tonight

Guiding our hasty flight
As we loneliness flee
Beacons in the dark night

You hold my hand so tight
Less I fall, scrape a knee
The stars are out tonight

We’re hasting to the site
Towards the white abbey
Beacon in the dark night

Tonight we future write
When you will marry me
The stars are out tonight
Beacons in the dark night

©RedCat

Read other Villanelle by me here.

To see all art and read all poetry for today 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

The Dawn Sky Is Ethereal Blue – A Triolet, April Ekphrastic Challenge

Kerfe Roig

The dawn sky is heavenly blue
We soar thought it together now
Forgotten are the storms that blew
The dawn sky is heavenly blue
Our love are forevermore true
This our solemn hearts and souls vow
The dawn sky is heavenly blue
We soar thought it together now

©RedCat

Stockholm
©RedCat

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

Why such a short piece today?
Chalk it up to not being attentive enough. I spent quite a long time working on a poem, sacrificing sleep. And when I wrote it up to send away I realized I’d written to the wrong art piece.
How come? Well, what comes after 9? 10 of course!
Unless it’s a file named with just numbers. Then 11 comes after 9. And where do 10 end up? After 1. So would 100 and 1000, 20 comes after 2 and 30 after 3, and so on and so forth. Confusing? You bet ya! 

So, I quickly threw together a Triolet and comforted myself with the fact that today I’ll have time I didn’t count on to work on a poem slated for submission later in the month.

Read other Triolet’s by me here.

Happy weekend everyone!

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

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.




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.


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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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