Soul Cakes


Every year to All Hallows Eve,
as pick me up after the draining spell weaves
Butter, flour, sugar, lots and lots of cocoa
A pinch of chilli to make your cheeks glow
A drop of potion to awaken your magic
A smidge of myth to feed your mystic

That’s all the ingredients you get to know
The rest is hidden in witchcraft shadow
If you ever reach beyond the veil
You might understand the finer details
Of how Granny delicious healing yumminess makes
When she her famous soul cakes bakes

©RedCat


Written for the fourth day of Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain (volume ii) – A Horror / Halloween Writing Prompt Challenge



13 Days of Samhain

Graveyard Shift

Besom Buddies

Soul Cakes


Image credits:

Ghost cakes: Photo by Sittinat Thurdnampetch on Unsplash

Jack o lantern: Photo by Jessica Flores on Unsplash

Ghost coffee: Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

Besom Buddies


We went flying today
My besom buddies and I
High up in the star studded sky
Practicing how we’ll say trick or treat

When we got tired
We rested on the sickle moon
Rejuvenated by her October tune
Feeling our magic rise afired

As the sun rose
We went happily to our beds
With the night sky singing in our heads
Dreaming of our future beaus

©RedCat


Yesterday there was a ghost child. Today it became teenage witches. And I learned a new word. Besom – I had no idea a witches (or traditional) broom had a name of its own.

Written for the second day of Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain (volume ii) – A Horror / Halloween Writing Prompt Challenge




Image credits:

First image: Photo by Benjamin Voros on Unsplash

Second image: Photo by Schaa Rabbani on Unsplash

Star Studded Sky (2020 Re-post)


Star studded skies
Mind soar

Time flies
Passion roars

Be wise
Read lore

Hope rise
Loneliness cure

Fear dies
Love more

© REDCAT


Re-post comment:

Time for another post from the archives. The autumn sky is full of stars, so this one felt appropriate.

Enjoy!



On my evening walk today I collected, not things, but words, in this case two word couplets. Then put them together to a poem when I came home. I often find inspiration when walking, and often compose stanzas, or rhyme schemes, on the go. Turning them over and over in my head also lets me live and breath the rhythm of a piece.

Linking to Day 19 at GloPoWriMo.



Image credits:

First image: Photo by Min An on Pexels.com

Second image: Photo by Cliford Mervil on Pexels.com

Third image: Photo by Kristopher Roller on Unsplash

Forth image: Photo by Fernando Rodrigues on Unsplash


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

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

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.


Come, set sail (2020 Re-post)


Come set sail
We’re going to sea
Curious adventure never fail
A need to explore and see

Come set sail
We’re going to sea
We’ll search for a fresh gale
Our souls year to be free

Come set sail
We’re going to sea
We’ll find new fairytales
New deities to plea

Come set sail
We’re going to sea
When we’re only bones pale
Our grandchildren lives over the sea

© REDCAT


Re-post comment:

As my first little getaway is fast approaching, I felt this journey themed poem
was excellent as this weeks – Wandering the Archives Wednesday post.

Enjoy!



In today’s Poetics at dVerse, we’re invited to Come sail. I spent my first years close to the five locks of Borenshult and one of Sweden’s large lakes Vättern, then grew up among the myriad of brooks, streams, rivers, tarnes and lakes in the woods of Bergslagen. Before moving to the Baltic Sea coast.

Let’s just say,
I adore water.
Fresh spring and salty sea.
However-much she sways!

:-)

My favorite getaway (do you remember those?) has long been a stay on a Dutch canal-boat or houseboat. I had planned a writing weekend this summer, but we all know what came of everyone’s plans this year.

I’ve never been on a narrowboat, but if this pandemic ever ends I would love to try.


©RedCat
Picture taken at Stenslätten, Vaxholm, Sweden

First image from pexels.com

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. 


Thirteen Witches (Rewrite)


Thirteen witches standing in a row
One by one bends their heads down low
Thirteen witches to the Goddess bow
One by one swears to magic allow

Thirteen witches and thirteen crows
One by one let their arcane power flow
Thirteen witches ancient wisdom know
One by one fills with heavenly glow

Thirteen witches peace seeds sow
One by one compassionate revolution grows
Thirteen witches Nature care show
One by one holy blessings bestow

Thirteen witches ready for storms to blow
One by one prepared to fight human woe
Thirteen witches sacred loving vow

© REDCAT


This is a slight rewrite of an older poem to suite the word count for this weekend’s writing prompt.


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