Change – April Ekphrastic Challenge

April Showers by Kerfe Roing

Sun, snow. Sun, hail. Sun, rain.
It’s like nature itself is unsure if it’s ready for the change.
Ready to take that final leap.
Let go of the old and embrace a new season.

Smile, tears. Hope fears.
Between what was and what will be.
Unwilling to go back, unsure where to go next.
Endless labyrinths of ruminations.

What if? What then? When?
Dare to leap without knowing the end.
With only a faint hope of new friends.
Sure the broken needs to mend.

Sun, smile. Rain, tears.
Living change gives fickle weather.
Staying in between you’ll wilt altogether.
Seasons change forever and forever.

Sun, snow. Sun, hail. Sun, rain.
Change is loss and gain.
Smile, tears. Hope, fears.
Change both hurts and heals.
What if? What then? When?
Change is how to write a new end.


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

A Beltane Song

We must celebrate spring,
we must dance and sing

We must gather and bring,
bone-dry kindling for burning

For tonight we go feasting,
Dance together and sing

Songs of Beltane and spring,
songs of weaving to bring

Our sweet Goddess her King,
to their seasonal wedding

We raise our voices to sing,
rejoice the rebirth of spring


Written for tonight’s MTB – Hopscotch with Anapestic tetrameter at dVerse. Anapestic tetrameter is by far the hardest meter I’ve tried so far, but maybe I just haven’t gotten into the rhythm yet. I chose to break the 12 syllable lines in two to get in an extra internal rhyme.

Read more poems with witches here.

Cherry Blossoms – A Haibun

Cherry Blossoms in Stockholm

The cherry trees are budding. Like the love in our hearts.
Soon it will fill the garden with clouds of blossoms.
That will rain upon us as we kiss beneath the bright spring moon.

Love’s first pale pink blush
Hides high summer’s hot passion
And fall’s thunderstorms


Written for tonight’s Haibun Monday (3-29-21): Cherry Blossoms at dVerse.
Decided to keep it as short and sweet as possible.

The photo’s are both taken late April in Stockholm previous years

Read other Haibun’s by me here.

Cherry Blossoms in Stockholm

Leaping High to Catch the Sky – A Seguidilla

Surreal Artwork by Ronald Ong

Leaping high to catch the sky
Pouncing down on snow
Still stuck betwixt and between
Spring some way to go
Change is never easy
The nature wise red fox know
Without change no peace

Leaping high to catch the sky
Pouncing down on green
Going betwixt and between
Spirit dare to dream
Find your own true way
The one that makes your heart sing
Whatever the doubters say

Leaping high to catch the sky
Landing in a seam
Living betwixt and between
Nothing as is seems
Let dark doubt depart
You are better than you think
Follow your true heart


Wrote my first ever Seguidilla the other day, and as usual I have to try a new form soon again to set it in my mind.

Written for the photo prompt at the Sunday Muse.


Spring favour – A Seguidilla in three verses


Suddenly there’s swirling snow
Chilling to the bone
Painting pale skin icy blue
Driving us back home
Thawing by the fire
Peeling off our cold soaked clothes
Your curves I admire

Where did the pale spring sun go
Snatched by white Jack Frost
Raging around house and wood
Is Ostara lost?
Strum tunes on the lyre
Dance and song will bring her back
Your wit I desire

As the embers softly glow
Shielding us from cold
As we wait again for day
Green spring myths are told
Your tales me inspire
Maybe you’ll favour the bold
A kiss I’m afire


Written for Poetry Form: Seguidilla at dVerse.

This is a wholly new form for me, so took some work, but you know me. I like these intricate forms. :-)

The Seguidilla began as a popular dance song of Spain. The verse form was established and branched into variations by the 17th century. It has an alternating long short rhythm.

The Seguidilla is:
• stanzaic, written in any number of 2 part septets. (7 lines)
• syllabic, 7-5-7-5 : 5-7-5 per line. There is a slight pause between L4 and L5 suggesting L4 should be end-stopped.
• rhymed by assonance xAxABxB or xAxABAB. x being unrhymed. True rhyme is generally not used.
• composed with a volta or change in thought between L4 and L5.
• sometimes serves as a conclusion for another verse.

Centre de Documentació i Museu de les Arts Escèniques, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Goddess of Youth and Forgiveness

06yaninamendoza, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons

Goddess of rejuvenation and youth
Lend us your wisdom and truth
Goddess of mercy and forgiveness
Grant us your trust and faithfulness
Goddess of spring and green leafs
Bless us with your love and belief

What oracles coo your doves
What tidings from above
Divine wisdom heard in the susurration of leaves
Goddess, a sip of ambrosia, we thee beseech

To be healed and whole
No scars to hurt or show
Free to let dreams with eagles soar
Free to love as our hearts adore

Let us hang our shackles in your grove
Let us cleanse in the waters of your cove
Heal these hearts forlorn
Let us be remade, reborn

Goddess of youth and forgiveness
Bestow your peace and happiness


Written with the Goddess Hebe as inspiration.

Also posted to Open Link Night #285: On This Day… over at dVerse.

Statue of the Greek goddess Hebe (Roman Juventas), by Johan Niclas Bystrom (1783-1848) at the Gripsholm Castle, Mariefred, Södermanland, Sweden
Osama Shukir Muhammed Amin FRCP(Glasg), CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons
Via Wikicommons

I Am The Colour

Photo by Jonathan Petersson from Pexels

I am the colour, of rebirth
of tender leaves
bursting bright
from brown buds

I am the colour, to invigorate
to melt frozen hearts
as songbirds sings
the flood of thawing tears

I am the colour, of regrowth
of slender stems
twinkling through
pale autumn ashes

I am the colour, of new hope
of sunshine through dark clouds
as light lengthens
from midwinter’s dreaded days

I am the colour, of spring
of new beginnings
shining stars
on bare branches

I am the colour, of yet shy love
of a beating heart
quickening breath and beat
at the thought of a touch


Written for Poetics: True Colours? at dVerse.

Also posted to earthweal open link weekend #57.

Photo by Felix Mittermeier from Pexels

Quiet Sunday Contemplation


Quiet Sunday contemplation
Walking face towards the sun
Looking for next step directions
Of this journey I’ve begun

Breathing deep in meditation
Sitting face towards the sun
Practicing elusive self-compassion
I just wanna jump up and run

Diving deep into inspiration
Keeping my face towards the sun
Writing my hearts dedication
Keep striving until life brightens

Mind filled with imaginations
From the strengthening spring sun


Last month I wrote Quietly Contemplating Continuation, trying to put words on the thought swirling in my mind. I had just signed up for the ekphrastic challenge – meaning interpreting art through poetry. It sounded like a fun colour splash in the dark of winter. I also thought it could teach me something. 

It changed my process in regards to writing inspired by art. How I approach and look at each piece, taking notes, then let my impressions stew for a bit. For some reason it also made me stretch myself into using more complex forms I’ve previously struggled to accomplish.

I’m especially pleased with Nightmare Storms – A Villanelle, The battered tower – A Triolet and Fall Maiden – A Sonnet.

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