Two Lucia Poems – 13 December (Re-post)


Re-post comment:

As you might have noticed I’m lagging behind on writing Advent Calendar poems so today you get a double re-post of two poems with the the Swedish tradition around Saint Lucia. Both poems are from 2019.


Saint Lucia

(2019 Re-post)


Fair maiden
come to rekindle the light
Hymn signing
sung to heavens delight
Not a word sung
about your saintly fight
As a woman
with your own goal in sight
Condemned by men
to suffering without respite
To write your praises
my hopes reignite

© REDCAT


All trough childhood and adolescence I where one of those girls that sang like the angels in Lucia processions. In Sweden it’s all about upcoming midwinter and celebrating the returning light. Also the protestant church don’t have saints so the real symbolism of the story of Saint Lucia of Syracuse has gotten lost along the way.


Also posted to OpenLinkNight #256 at dVerse. Which is why this poem is in the dVerse form of a Quadrille – a poem of 44 words, not counting the titel.



Cold Moon

(2019 Re-post)

Preparations for the last full moon abounds
Where we let the Midwinter darkness fall
Then light return with a fair singing maiden
Her clear voice and it’s adoration turns our eyes upon the star
It’s light compelling us to contemplate
the birth-death-rebirth of the fisher king
Yearly reminder to shed the old and start anew

© REDCAT


Where I grew up. A several hundreds year old small, pre-steam industrial-mining-farm-wood-lakes town. Folklore still ran deep even in the 1980s.

“The tradition of Lussevaka – to stay awake through the Lussinatt to guard oneself and the household against evil, has found a modern form through throwing parties until daybreak. ”
Wikipedia

As a teenager and young adult, no real adult found a problem with us staying out late at discos and parties. As long as some of us (nearly, girls only) also showed up in the early morning hours, clear eyed and sweet voiced to carry lights in our hair or hands singing hymns to Lucia and Light re-born.

So, I grew up with Lucia vigil. It’s a tradition dating back to when Lucia occurred on midwinter, the origin might be somewhere in the pre-christian era, but it is known from the 15th and 16th century. Meaning before Sweden switched to the Gregorian calendar in 1753.

As Midwinter is the opposite point of the year from Midsummer the veil between the worlds where thin, and you kept vigil to keep harmful spirits away and to celebrate and greet the light of a new year in form of a fair singing maiden with light in her hair.


Written for Kerry’s prompt on Real Toads ~ Art FLASH! / 55 in December.
55 words without the title.
Read my first contribution to this double feature prompt here.




Your Touch Lingers – A Quadrille


In the cool moonlight
The warmth of your touch
In my mind
Lingers

The memory of your kiss
Makes my lips
Tingle

Remembering how our bodies moved
And our passion
Intermingled

All through the night
Until both were too exhausted to lift
A finger

© RedCat


It’s a beautiful full moon tonight!

Written for tonight’s Quarille prompt, Let’s Linger, over at dVerse.

Read other Quadrilles by me here.



Image credits:

First image: Photo by Brandon Morgan on Unsplash

Second image: Photo by Constantin Popp on Unsplash

Bumbling Bumblebee (2020 Re-post)


Blenda the bumptious bumpkin bumblebee bumbled back and forth bumming nectar from bees.

Before long, the bees barrelled and bumped into Blenda. “Back away from our blossoms”, they buzzed.

Boring bees, a bummed out Blenda thought. Perchance the botanist holds a bumbling bumblebee beloved.

© RedCat


Re-post comment:

As autumn cold nips every night and morning now. I thought this little alliteration Quadrille with it’s taste of summer was a good re-post for this week’s Wandering the Archives Wednesday.

Enjoy!


Photo by Adonyi Gu00e1bor on Pexels.com

Quadrille Monday over at dVerse. And I went a bit bananas with the word bum in a myriad forms.


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.


Harriet the Heartless Harridan – A Quadrille


Harriet the heartless harridan was heartbroken.
Her husband had happened to hear her hawking love potions.
And now his behest was that she herself had a sip.
Harriet pleaded, but he was head and heartstrong.
Now Harriet is known as the heart healing hedgewitch.

©RedCat


Written for tonight’s Quadrille prompt over at dVerse. That, dear to my heart, little poem form of just 44 words, excluding the title. And including a given word. Tonight the word is heart. As soon as I read that the words” Harriet the heartless harridan” popped into my mind and I knew it was time for another alliteration Quadrille.



Image credits:

First image: Photo by K. Mitch Hodge on Unsplash
Second image: Photo by Jan Ranft on Unsplash
Third image: Photo by Jeremy Zero on Unsplash

I’m Still Standing – A Quadrille


I pause by the stand of ancient trees
Breathing shallow, beset by old nightmares
Inner demons that won’t let me be
Harmful self-thoughts that long had me ensnared
Breathing deep among trees, sets my mind free
I’m still standing, whatever was done to me

©RedCat

When I read tonight’s prompt at dVerse, a song directly popped up in my mind and I knew I had to incorporate it somehow.



I’m still standing – Lyrics

You could never know what it’s like
Your blood like winter freezes just like ice
And there’s a cold lonely light that shines from you
You’ll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use

And did you think this fool could never win?
Well look at me, I’m coming back again
I got a taste of love in a simple way
And if you need to know while I’m still standing, you just fade away

Don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I’m still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I’m still standing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m still standing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Once I never could have hoped to win
You’re starting down the road leaving me again
The threats you made were meant to cut me down
And if our love was just a circus, you’d be a clown by now

You know I’m still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I’m still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I’m still standing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m still standing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Don’t you know that I’m still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I’m still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

I’m still standing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m still standing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m still standing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m still standing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m still standing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m still standing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Source: Musixmatch
Writers: John Elton / Taupin Bernard J P
Lyrics to: I’m Still Standing © Hst Publishing Ltd., Rouge Booze, Inc.


Image credits

First: Photo by veeterzy on Unsplash

Second: Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash

Life Ebb And Flow – A Quadrille


Life ebb and flow,
Always heading towards that frightening unknowable goal
It streams that way whether we flounder or soar
That is why, the wise ones say
Make the most out of every day
Because you never know
What hazards in the streambed lays

©RedCat

Photo by Landsil on Unsplash

Written for tonight’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse. That fun little form with just 44 words, with a given prompt word. Not including the title. Tonight the given word is stream.


Read other Quadrilles by me here.


Chicago Juke – A Quadrille

Chicago Footwork

Up and down the city streets
The place is quivering with heat
Rising from the dusty concrete
Undulating to the juke’s syncopated beat
Everybody Chicago footworking their feet
A dance where struggle liberation meets
Echoing the racing heartbeats
As the vocals reverse and repeat

©RedCat

Written for tonight’s Quadrille prompt over at dVerse. The sweet little poem consists of just 44 words. Since our host urged us to: 

“Let’s get the hips a swaying to the rhythm //of words. Let your voices rise & SinG!” 

Quadrille 131 – with Brian Miller

I chose another meaning of the prompt word juke. That of the music genre Chicago Juke that is intimately connected with the dance form footwork

You can listen to the music and watch the dance in the links I’ve added.

Happy tenth anniversary!


Read other Quadrilles by me here.


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