Skald (2019 Re-post)

Skald in fuþark runes © RedCat

In my quiver I carry
A ladle arrow to marry
An arrow of rose thorns
For those to be scorned
Of mistletoe a small dart
For those with fickle hearts
And last but not least
A javelin in pen shape
Bardic calling without escape

© REDCAT

Re-post comment:

By now the Quadrille is one of my favourite forms. But tonight’s archive wander shows my first ever attempt of the form. In October 2019.

Enjoy!


Photo by Erik Mclean on Pexels.com

44 words for De Jackson’s prompt Quadrille #90 – We’re all a-quiver on dVerse.


Grumpy Cat


Hey! Don’t call me lazy!
I’m just taking a well deserved catnap
The mice have been driving me crazy
Tap dancing on the tables all night

It’s not been easy
Guarding this joint for the chap
Even the mice get boozy
Always getting into scraps and fistfights

Yes, I’m a bit grumpy
Thinking of resetting all those old mousetraps
If I bait them with something cheesy
I might get some sleep tonight

©RedCat

Written for this week’s Sunday Muse. Inspired by the image and a Swedish proverb – When the cat is gone the rats dance on the table. Meaning when the one in charge is gone, the subordinates do as they please. 

I really needed something light and fun to write, so this was perfect. I recommend you to read Rob’s piece.
It’s great fun! 

My poem has a rhyme scheme of a,b,a,c throughout. 


Rain Sings Lullaby – An Alouette Poem


Where did heart’s hope go?
Rain sings lullaby
Drowning with nature’s sorrow
Is the future lost?
Like lovers star-crossed
No faraway tomorrow

Hope’s an empty cage
Heaven thunder rage
Cascading tears from the sky
Earth still has power
Closing in each hour
Rain sings mourning lullaby

©RedCat


Written to the image at Sunday Muse. And heavily affected by feelings related to the latest IPCC report

This is a new form for me, the Alouette. I recently read this delightful poem at Tao Talk, which in turn was inspired by a poem by Shay. I frankly love how the writing community inspires and teaches by passing the lore of poetry from one person to the other. 

The Alouette has a meter of 5,5,7,5,5,7. And a rhyme scheme of a,a,b,c,c,b.



Also shared with earthweal open link weekend.


Image credits:

First image: Prompt photo from The Sunday Muse.

Second image: Photo by michael podger on Unsplash

Third image: Photo by Ruslan Zh on Unsplash


The Little Robot – Flash Fiction

PHOTO PROMPT© Ted Strutz

It was a kind little robot. Designed to keep lonely people company. One of them tinkered with its head and gave it wanderlust. Just to see how far a little robot without locomotion could go. 

Quite far as it turns out. Being small and cute. Kind and polite. It got humans to take it all over the world. Eventually one of the things it hadn’t done was take a road trip through America. So off it went. 

It got as far as Philly before an uncaring human stripped it for it’s parts and left the rest lying on the roadside. 

© RedCat



For some reason all I could see was the remains of a robot head. And I immediately started thinking about “Iron Woman” or perhaps better known as hitchBOT. The little robot that hitchhiked all over, but met its end when it tried to hitchhike through the US.

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Click on the frog above to read more stories or post one of your own.


Hitchbot Goes to the Fair
Michael Barker, CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Spirit of Ice – Flash Fiction

PHOTO PROMPT© Jennifer Pendergast

I awoke in the night. Drawn by a strange song. It bubbled and splashed. Groaned and cracked. I found myself walking towards the fjord. Cold snow under bare feet made me realise I was in thrall. Stuck in a walking dream. Led by some evil Fay. My body felt sleep heavy. My mind treacle slow.

I managed to throw myself into a snowdrift. The cold woke me fully. Just feets from the water’s edge.

I’m my mind I heard a rumbling laugh. “I’ll get you yet, lass. There’s still time before the spring thaw. Your blood will make me stronger.”

© RedCat


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Click on the frog to read and participate.


Click here to read other stories by me.


Tears Out Of The Eyes Of A Doll – A Trimeric Poem


Tears out of the eyes of a doll
Thrown out, forgotten and forsaken
Feeling unloved, abandoned and small
Life no longer by touch awakened

Thrown out, forgotten and forsaken
No longer cared for at all
Left cold and weather beaten

Feeling unloved, abandoned and small
Laying ditched and shunned
Lost in better times recall

Life no longer by touch awakened
Waiting for eternal darkness to fall
Brings tears out of the eyes of a doll

©RedCat

Written for this week’s Sunday Muse

Written in the Trimeric form, with a rhyme scheme of Abab bab aba baA, where a capital denotes a repeated line.



Also shared to Promote Yourself Mondays at GO DOG GO CAFÉ.


Requisites For A Happy Life

Photography by Artist, Jasper James

Where do you find the requisites for a happy life?

Out there among the pulsing life among the highrises neon lights?
Further afield among the hills and forest natural flow?

Twirling in flashing lights, feet guided by the baseline.
Breathing deep in the forest calm, guided to the core of it all.

Searching alone, yet connected by the song,
composed out of human throng?
Under clear blue or starlit skies,
bathed in the moon’s glow.

Or in the discrepancies and journey between the two?
Not in either or, but in the full enjoyment of the best of both.

©RedCat


Inspired by this weekend’s picture at The Sunday Muse, and the word from Sammi Cox, requisite.


Read other Sunday Muse pieces here.

Read other Sammi Cox responses here.


Where did the trip go wrong? – A Puente Story

PHOTO PROMPT © Russell Gayer

It had been a colourful hippie bus, proclaiming love and peace.
Vibrant, buzzing with hope and life.
Wheels turning for untold miles, on roads and in minds.
Traveling all over the country spreading the word.
Encouraging the travelers to go further, look beyond.
Envision a world where everyone belongs.

~ Where did the trip go wrong? ~

When did we lose it’s soulful songs?
Forget that a new era never dawned.
Today its message a lost echo, barely heard.
Such sentiments much harder to find.
The world full of nature’s destruction, division and strife.
A faded, bleached out memory overgrown with weeds.

© RedCat

Vasilios Muselimis on Unsplash

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.

This is my third Puente poem, the others are, Another Piece of the Puzzle and Sounds in the wind which is a story inspired by art.


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