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

Reading: Daughter Of The Moon – A Mirrored Refrain Poem


Knowing what only hearts and souls know
Blessed by nature in the womb
I am a daughter of the moon
From my loom I call buds to bloom

Seeing what the eye’s can’t see
Knowing the meaning of the ancient runes
From my loom I call buds to bloom
I am a daughter of the moon

Feeling what the forest folk feel
Hearing wisdom from the tombs
I am a daughter of the moon
From my loom I call buds to bloom

Hearing what the trees hear
Dancing to the season’s tunes
From my loom I call buds to bloom
I am a daughter of the moon

©RedCat


Written for Poetry Form: Mirrored Refrain at dVerse. Yesterday I sat stargazing while mulling over the refrain lines. Then I wrote in a furious tempo before going to sleep. I realised it felt like this poem really should be read aloud. So I held off posting it until I had the time to make a recording. Click on the Soundcloud link above to hear it.

I love writing repeating forms like the Pantoum, Triolet and Echo poems. And almost always read my poems out loud when editing to hear the sound and rhythm, to feel out the places where the melody snags on a word or phrase. That’s why this one has extra repeating sounds and an internal rhyme in one refrain line. Because I liked the sounds it made.



The Mirrored Refrain is a rhyming verse form constructed by Stephanie Repnyek.

The poem is formed by three or more quatrains where two lines within the quatrain are the “mirrored refrain” or alternating refrain.

The rhyme scheme is as follows: xaBA, xbAB, xaBA, xbAB, etc..

x represents the only lines that do not rhyme within the poem. A and B represent the refrain.

From Shadow Poetry


Also shared with Promote Yourself Monday at Go Dog Go Café


Image credits:

Purple moon image: Photo by Silas Peters on Unsplash

Moon over water image: Photo by Javardh on Unsplash

Forest image: Photo by Michael Krahn on Unsplash

Loom image: Photo by Nickolas Nikolic on Unsplash


Reading [don’t tell me you’re only visiting] by Tan Ruey Fern


“Today, I am sharing an audio recording of a remarkable poem by Tan Ruey Fern of Carboniferous Chronicles. This poem is included in The Anthropocene Hymnal. I love the unusual vocabulary, sing-song rhythm and hints at rhyme to call out the malign forces that seek to destroy the earth:”

~Experiments in Fiction (original post)
[don’t tell me you’re only visiting] read by Tan Ruey Fern

The Anthropocene Hymnal is out now on Amazon!
All proceeds to WWF.

Image by BTS-BotrosTravelSolutions from Pixabay

As I Reap The Dreams That I Have Sown – A Harvest Song


There’s thunder in the sky,
the sickle flashes by.
As I hurry to cut down the corn.

I reap with a happy sigh,
as swift swallows fly.
The field must be done by Sunday morn.

I’ve struggled and hoped,
clinging to a frayed rope.
Until roots took hold, new futures were born.
Now I’ve got to be bold, leave behind what I’ve been told.

Forget about the lonely tears I weeped.
As I reap the dreams that I have sown.

The harvest moon glow,
when I life changes sow.
As I sing beneath the sickle moon.

I’ll rise above my woes,
when the change of seasons blows.
As I dance scy-clad to her freeing tune.

Forget about the lonely tears I weeped.
As I reap the dreams that I have sown.

I’ve sown the seeds,
that my soul will free.
Time to harvest them just like the corn.

I’ve learnt to know my needs,
to my muses feed.
Now let creativity my life adorn.

I’ve struggled and hoped,
clinging to a frayed rope.
Until roots took hold, new futures were born.
Now I’ve got to be bold, leave behind what I’ve been told.

Forget about the lonely tears I weeped.
As I reap the dreams that I have sown.

As I reap the dreams that I have sown.

©RedCat


Written for earthweal’s weekly challenge: LAMMAS. I was so inspired by the song in the prompt, a 14th century song about the death and rebirth of the barley crop (video below), that I had to write one of my own.

Of sowing and reaping, growing and weeping, of dreams becoming reality.


Steve Winwood singing “John Barleycorn must die” – a 14th century song about the death and rebirth of the barley crop

Photo credits:

Sickle moon – Photo by Mitchell Bowser on Unsplash

Corn Field – Photo by Nadine Redlich on Unsplash


Sounds Of Spring

Evening sky over Stockholm
©RedCat

The sounds of spring
makes me dance and sing
such a lovely thing
the sweet song of spring

The air turns warm
after winter storms
you our love affirm
with your smile so warm

The fields are green
the bright flowers gleam
will you be my queen
in the summer green

Love fills my heart
as the swallows dart
as cold winds depart
Your love fills my heart

The moon shines bright
in the pale blue night
in your eyes so bright
let us kiss tonight

©RedCat

Written for Meet the bar waltzing at dVerse. Have been humming waltz rhythms since yesterday. This is written to be sung to the count of three even if the first lines in each stanza have 4 syllables and the rest 5 syllables. It’s all a matter of how a word is sung.


I Wanna Go – A Quadrille

Photo by Evgeny Tchebotarev from Pexels

I wanna go over the rainbow
Fly the heavens where soul stars glow
Visit fairy where dreams grow

I wanna dance the mambo
Sparkle and shimmer in disco
Twirl and spin in tango

I wanna go where music flow
Where happy faces shine aglow

©RedCat

Today it’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse. In which we write poems of precisely 44 words, including one word we’re provided. Today’s word is GO

For some time all my mind could come up with “Wake me up before you go-go”.
Then “I want to go home”. I have a head full of lyrics from a life singing. After playing both songs I tried to share my (and everyone else) longing for life to yet again contain those things we did so easily before the pandemic. 

I have truly fallen for this dVerse creation. I find myself writing Quadrilles any odd time.
Read some of them here.


Wake me up before you go-go – Wham
I want to go home – Jonny Cash

Girl Blue – A Love Song, 20 December

Laura Nyro

Girl blue
What’s love done to you
Girl blue
Your heart torn in two

Whirlwind is through
He has left you for her
His love, never true
Sneaked around, lied to you

Girl blue
What’s love done to you
Girl blue
Your heart torn in two

Pink dreams, crushed, adieu
Sad sorrow, shines from you
Once turtle doves flew
No more dreaming for you

Girl blue
What’s love done to you
Girl blue
Your heart torn in two

No hugs, no rendezvous
Lonely nights before you
Cold winter storms brew
Raging winds to cleanse you

Girl blue
What’s love done to you
Girl blue
Your heart torn in two

©RedCat

Written for The Sunday Muse. Chatted to a friend yesterday while feeling really blue, battling those inner critics and saboteurs. He challenged me to try silence them with one more lyrics written, first version of melody sung. At first I had no ideas, and no energy. Then I looked at the prompt photo and took a walk.

When I came in I had the refrain both in my head and recorded on my phone. Thankful for the help it is when another believes in you when yourself can’t.

Inspired by the photo. I’ve never heard of the artist before, but now I’m curious.

©RedCat

Come Poets Hope – A chant

Photo by fotografierende from Pexels

Come ice, come snow
Come star foretold
Plant seeds to grow
Spin straws to gold
Come birth, regrowth
Come poets hope
Let dreams be wrought
Craft words to cope

Plant seeds to grow
Spin straws to gold
Seek waters flow
Be brave, be bold
Let dreams be wrought
Craft words to cope
Let peace be sought
Learn faith to hold

Seek waters flow
Be brave, be bold
Come muses glow
Come tales untold
Let peace be sought
Learn faith to hold
Come heal, be whole
Come wear bards robe

Come muses glow
Come tales untold
Come ice, come snow
Come star foretold
Come heal, be whole
Come wear bards robe
Come birth, regrowth
Come poets hope

© RedCat

I decided to write a chant, playing around with the Pantoum format. Hope you like my merry-go-round!

Read live and written for dVerse: Open Link #279 – LIVE Edition

Photo by Mohammad reza Fathian from Pexels

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