Midsummer Poppies (2020 Re-post)

© RedCat

When dusk is night long
Lasting until dawn
Poppies vibrant song
Siren fey dreams spawn

Thrumming in the veins
Passion’s deep well
Growing like the grains
By hypnotic smell

Hear Midsummer’s call
Wonders fill your heart
Feel the fire of Sol
Drink her heedy quart

Frolic and feel joy
Bathe in love’s red lust
Freedom life buoy
By starlight souls trust

Bask in Everglow
Caressed by the breeze
Rest content below
Midsummer poppies

© REDCAT

© RedCat

Re-post comment:

Midsummer is drawing nearer each day. So it felt fitting to share this poem for tonight’s Wandering the Archives Wednesday.


Nights are magical right now. The light is otherworldly. Flowers shine with their own light and lend a seducing perfume to the air.

Read more about the Goddess Sól (Norse Mythology) on Wikipedia.


Photo by Freddie Ramm on Pexels.com

Also linking to Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at Go Dog Go Café.


Ring of Fire – A Sonnet

©RedCat

When dusk comes in the middle of the day
The sun reduced to a pale ring of fire
What were the ancient learned wise ones to say
When scared superstitious people inquire

That their actions attracted the Gods ire
And now they have to pay the bloody price
To avoid consequences most dire
The most precious they must sacrifice

Or the world will turn to cold barren ice
Devoid of all the Sun’s life giving warmth
No longer this Aegean paradise
But eternal night as in the far north

As the sacrifice bled and died they did say
Now the sun will rise again day after day

©RedCat

Written for The Wombwell Rainbow’s Eclipse feature yesterday. 

The first picture is one I took on the reflection in our basic pinhole projector, just two papers, one with a pinhole in it.


Read other poems written for The Wombwell Rainbow here.


Three Times Three Times Three – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Jane Cornwell

She was hung upon the tree
Three times three times three
So her mother didn’t have to her unwanted child see
So the other children could hurl spear insults with glee
So men could do as they pleased while she couldn’t flee

She was hung upon the tree
Three times three times three
For the crime of not stifling her curiosity
For the crime of speaking out against bigotry
For the crime of being different as all could see

She was hung upon the tree
Three times three times three
For the sin of searching creativity
For the sin of reading witchery
For the sin of speaking knowledgeably

When the God of the Hanged saw a woman tested on the tree
Three times three times three
Fjolnir sang one of the magic song to set her free
The One Eyed taught her how to truly see
Wayfinder showed all the ways on land and at sea
Forni taught her the world’s history
Ygg showed her the secrets of the tree
Glapsvid taught her spells to once more happy and healthy
Odin showed her the runes to unravel every mystery
The All Father gave her mead to awaken her poetry

©RedCat

This painting gives me shivers. Has every time I look at it. So today’s choice was a foregone conclusion. 

And for some reason it led me to thinking about the very debated part of the Edda poem Hávamál (line 138-145), where Odin sacrificed himself to himself, wounded by a spear, hanging on the world tree Yggdrasil for nine nights to be able to gain greater mystic knowledge from the magic runes.

So I read about Odin in my Poetic Edda copy, and read through what I could find online including a scholastic article from 2014. (You can find it here, but it’s in Swedish.)

Then, as I tend to do I made the story my own!

The last stanza contains nine different names for Odin.


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

This is also the poem I plan to read at tonight’s dVerse Open Link Live. The price of admission is a poem written by you. But if you rather not read and just listen that’s fine too.

See you there!


Photo by veeterzy 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

Goddess of Youth and Forgiveness

06yaninamendoza, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Goddess of rejuvenation and youth
Lend us your wisdom and truth
Goddess of mercy and forgiveness
Grant us your trust and faithfulness
Goddess of spring and green leafs
Bless us with your love and belief

What oracles coo your doves
What tidings from above
Divine wisdom heard in the susurration of leaves
Goddess, a sip of ambrosia, we thee beseech

To be healed and whole
No scars to hurt or show
Free to let dreams with eagles soar
Free to love as our hearts adore

Let us hang our shackles in your grove
Let us cleanse in the waters of your cove
Heal these hearts forlorn
Let us be remade, reborn

Goddess of youth and forgiveness
Bestow your peace and happiness

©RedCat

Written with the Goddess Hebe as inspiration.

Also posted to Open Link Night #285: On This Day… over at dVerse.


Statue of the Greek goddess Hebe (Roman Juventas), by Johan Niclas Bystrom (1783-1848) at the Gripsholm Castle, Mariefred, Södermanland, Sweden
Osama Shukir Muhammed Amin FRCP(Glasg), CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons
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Stalked – A Pleiades Poem

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Seven stars in the fall sky
Shining sisters with a cry
Shall we forever fly, flee
Stalked by hunters, never free
Scribe us a new life story
See us love, laugh, kiss, worry
Shroud us in modern glory

© RedCat

Written for Poetics: Stars that count over at dVerse. This Pleiades form, seven lines with seven syllables each, and all starting with the same letter as the one word title, is wholly new to me and took a couple of tries.

Tried to find inspiration in mythology, only found a tiredness over the way women are used in almost all of our founding stories.

So I gave that voice instead!

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Midsummer Poppies

© RedCat

When dusk is night long
Lasting until dawn
Poppies vibrant song
Siren fey dreams spawn

Thrumming in the veins
Passion’s deep well
Growing like the grains
By hypnotic smell

Hear Midsummer’s call
Wonders fill your heart
Feel the fire of Sol
Drink her heedy quart

Frolic and feel joy
Bathe in love red lust
Freedom life buoy
By starlight souls trust

Bask in Everglow
Caressed by the breeze
Rest content below
Midsummer poppies

© REDCAT
© RedCat

Nights are magical right now. The light is otherworldly. Flowers shine with their own light and lend a seducing perfume to the air.

Read more about the Goddess Sól (Norse Mythology) on Wikipedia.

Also linking to Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at Go Dog Go Café.

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