Seen in Tree’s – 4 December

© RedCat

My heart hanging in a tree
My feelings on display
For everyone to see
Silently I pray
To finally be free
To wake one day

And at last find
I’m no longer under stress
Out of this bind
Free to express
Everything in my heart and mind
No longer thinking I’m less

As worthy as any other
Free to seek happiness like all others

© RedCat

© RedCat

Daily Haibun, June 29th – Lost skill

After waiting and waiting. The time has finally come. Grandma is fully vaccinated. The kids can come and stay. They are elated. I look at the bags to pack and realize – my pack in a heartbeat skill have faded. I’m back to writing lists and overthinking.

Seasons come and go
They never forget how to
Continuous flow

© RedCat

Read other Haibun’s written for the monthly dVerse prompt by me here.

Read other Daily Haibun’s here.

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

Photo by Aleksey Kuprikov on

Re-post comment:

Time for me to dance through the archives.

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


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.


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

Photo by Pixabay on

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

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


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,  (which she does with her friend Nina), and, and see more of her work on her website

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

Fluitschip Zwaluw (2020 Re-post)

Pieter Mulier [Public domain]

Re-post comment:
Last week Wandering the Archives Wednesday I re-posted The Ivory Lighthouse, this week, you’ll get the second part of the story. Enjoy!

Holding fast
He was soon borne away by the waves
and lost in darkness and distance

Mary ShelleyFrankenstein


I woke in a steady bed
Not a bunk rolled by the sea
Weak as a baby chick
Occluded like thick fog

A sturdy woman
Probably the cook
Accustomed to being obeyed
Ordered me to have some broth


Hers not the delicate hands that bandaged my injuries
Her coarse voice not the sweet note
Who sung knitting chants over my broken bones

I ate and slept
Ate and slept again
Dreaming of Zwaluw
Our lovely vessel
Tossed like kindling in an angry sea


On the third day I woke to a vision
Beautiful Goddess
Lilly white arms
Long red tresses
Dressed in forest green


Her musical voice
Shatters the vision

Mistress of the island


Sea blue-green eyes
Carrying deep grief
Ghosts of the past
Expressive lips
I dare not dwell upon
Delicate hands I’ve felt upon my skin
Tiny belted waist
Gently swelling hips
I try to keep my eyes from rising


Again those stormy eyes
Not touched by the lips knowing smile

Like she knows the direction of my thoughts
The deep pounding of my heart

Oh, Nehalennia, Goddess of the North Sea
What are your designs
Casting me stranded upon these shores


Time for another visit to The Ivory Lighthouse.

Written for Poetics: Last Lines at dVerse AND Weekly Scribblings #2: Myth-placed.

Last line quote chosen:
“He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.”
Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

Longing Dream – A Sonnet

Photo by Engin Akyurt from Pexels

Eyes meet for the first time, not behind screen
The busy central station fades away
Butterflies like an ingenue of eighteen
Your smile and look a hint of foreplay

Hands touch for the first time, skin on skin
Light dawns, hope rise, connection is real
Nervous faces melts into happy grins
Maybe there’s another who share how I feel

Lips meet for the first time, tender kisses
Breath catches, heart races, love and care flow
Each knowing what the other most misses
What’s needed for that radiant glow

The alarm clock abruptly rips the dream
A longing lonely soul sorrow screams


Written for MTB: Middles & Turns at dVerse.

I’ve written a few Sonnets before, Fall Maiden and Carrot.

But this is the first time I managed to incorporate a real volta, or turn in the last couplet.

Photo by Akshar Dave from Pexels

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


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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