Blue Forest Of Remembrance – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Jane Cornwell

The blue forest of remembrance is full of quavering echoes
Whispering through the trees susurrations of memory
Wandering among the trees dreaming soul shadows
Most lost in pensive reverie
Reliving, rethinking, re-choosing life through hindsight’s windows
It’s all part of sleeping souls nightly recovery

Whispering through the trees a multitude of echoes
Joy and happiness, sorrow and pain
Most lost to the wind blown shadows
Others fall as antique white petals rain
All part of how memories lights the windows
How dreaming souls lead their wake selves to staying sane

Joy and happiness, sorrow and pain through the trees echoes
Some souls dream of floating in happiness rainbow bright
Others fall ensnared in clawing painful shadows
Losing another nights fight
How dreaming leads to the memory windows
How souls fare in the forest, changes every night



Inspired by the suggestive painting by Jane Cornwell and three words from the Skyloverwordlist; Quaver, Pensive and Antique White.

To see all art and read all poems for today go to The Wombwell Rainbow.

I especially liked Looking for Clues by Merril D Smith and the Villanelle Sylvia by Tim Fellows. 

Written in the same poetic form as Mind Finds Soul Fearlessly Shines. One of two invented by me. Because I realized a form used but once, might not be a form at all, so I had to see if I could use it again. I’m glad to say that it worked. 

I’m still unsure of how to denote it so that anyone but me could use it. How do you denote a line (2, 4, 6) that only partly repeats in the next stanza? Is it a refrain? Or that the last word in lines 1, 3, 5 repeat in every stanza?

Next I have to see if I can repeat the form used in Moonsea.

Photo by Evie S. on Unsplash
Jane Cornwell

likes drawing and painting children, animals, landscapes and food. She specialises in watercolour, mixed media, coloured pencil, lino cut and print, textile design. Jane can help you out with adobe indesign for your layout needs, photoshop and adobe illustrator. She graduated with a ba(hons) design from Glasgow School of art, age 20.

She has exhibited with the rsw at the national gallery of Scotland, SSA, Knock Castle Gallery, Glasgow Group, Paisley Art Institute, MacMillan Exhibition at Bonhams, Edinburgh, The House For An Art Lover, Pittenweem Arts Festival, Compass Gallery, The Revive Show, East Linton Art Exhibition and Strathkelvin Annual Art Exhibition.

Her website is:

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

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

Tomten Wonders – A Golden Shovel Poem Inspired by Viktor Rydberg, 10 December

©Jonas Norén

Holy Midwinter Night
Your long dark cold is hard
Lonely stars sparkle and shimmer
Dream dust glimmer on all sleeping
In house and barn, the dog in the lonely yard
Lending light to inky night, hours deep
Think toiling late into midnight hours

Vigil kept by the Moon
Bathed in her silver boon, as she wanders her silent whir
Midwinter night, when the snow glows white
painting on pine and fir
Inky shadows and bright light, as snow glows white
Shimmering stars on roof thatch
All dreaming, only Tomten keeps watch

In the snowy night all is silent
Gaia sleeping is
White blanket over wood and plain
Hiding all life
Snug in barrows, as out there
All is still, all is frozen

Slowly from afar only
The murmur of the waterfall
Dreamt as much as heard
Winters death as slow soughing

To thrumming of deep meaning Tomten listens,
half awake and half in a dream
Midwinter Night’s eternal seem
Giving visions to hear
The ebb and flow, life’s echo, of the eternal time stream

Tomten wonders,
from where life came and where it’s going
Tomten wonders,
if Gods or humans where the source
of where the world is is flowing


I had a different vision. But the influence of Tomten was undeniable. And I felt the kind, caring gaze of the farmwifes of my childhood. Living in just that type of isolated farm. Learning me old folktales mostly forgot.
They would have smiled at my folly. Hugged me. And told me, if I put myself in the attention of the unseen, I’d best be willing to pay my due.
So, I sent a message via my muse that all I wanted was to share the wonder of Midwinter, to give Tomten his chance to deep brooding and rest. Without all those Lutheran work ethic lessons.

The poem is a Golden Shovel. The last words of each line are, in order, words from a line or lines taken, another poem. For my piece I choose the first and the penultimate verse of Tomten by Viktor Rydberg. I started with translating them, since I found no translation I thought good enough. Below you’ll find those two verses.

Midwinternight’s cold is hard
Stars sparkle and shimmer
All sleeping in the lonely yard
Deep into midnight hours
The Moon wanders her silent whir
The snow glows white on pine and fir
Snow glows white on roof thatch
Only tomten keeps watch

Silent is wood and plain, all
life out there is frozen
From afar only the waterfall
Heard as slow soughing
Tomten listens, and half in a dream
seem to hear the eternal time stream
Wonders, where it’s going
Wonders, where the source is flowing

©Viktor Rydberg, first published in 1881. Translated by RedCat

Notes on the text

After untold hours reading I decided to keep the Swedish word Tomte. Even Astrid Lindgrens prose version from 1961 is titled “The Tomten”.
Simply because there is no equivalent in English. Tomten is neither gnome, goblin, elf or Robin Goodfellow as in this old translation. Tomten might be mischievous or outright revengeful if treated badly. But mostly he was seen as part of the place, a valued knowledgeable farmer, a paragon of Lutheran work ethics.

Today we see Tomten with a red cap, but Tomten of old was not so garishly dressed – then everyone would have seen him all the time.
The poems second verse start with – “Stands there so gray by the barn door, gray against the white drift”

There is also the word Nisse, which today is much conflated with Santa’s Elves.
Anyhow, a Nisse was so to speak, never the Tomte in charge on a farm, at least in Sweden.

Also linking to Open Link #280 – LIVE! at dVerse.

Searching For A Way – 8 December

Photo by Nikhlesh Tyagi from Pexels

Searching for a way
For the right words to say
I long for the dawn of a new day

Searching for a new life
Passionate, loving, without strife
Filled with strobing nightlife
Abundant wildlife

Searching for a new dream
Asking guidance of a moonbeam
For the path where creativity teem


Right now life feels small, cold and lonely for many, and for me. So I tried for some hope, light and life in today’s Advent Calendar poem.

The midwinter darkness has felt exte oppressive lately. The unseasonable warmth keeps the skies grey and foggy rather than the crisp, nipping, sunny air the season should have (unless there’s snowfall of course).
Today I read that the instruments in Stockholm and several other cities have measured ZERO sunhours in December.

So a warming climate makes the winter darkness more oppressive, by denying us the few hours of sunlight, robbing us off the white cover, starving us from reflected moonlight. A full moon can make a clear snowy December night brighter than an overcast December midday.

Some days I have hope for a new spring, perhaps next summer without a pandemic looming. A world coming together on the pandemic and the climate.
Other days, when the sun has not been seen for more than a week. I feel cold desolation, touch deprivation and failing hope. A world gone to smoking cinders, cascading ecological disaster, all ending in an egotistic whimper.

Not knowing to hope or despair, over the fact that the human race has its destiny in its own hands.

The road might be long and windy,
but with will and intention
we can make the journey the point,
not an unforeseeable future goal.

School in Decay

Photo by Jose Vega from Pexels

The school is in decay
There’s really nothing else to say

The ventilation has mold
The gym are frightfully cold

Most of the buildings are commended
Teachers and pupils into barracks hemmed

Plans for a new school still requires every permit
The whole school yard smell of sewage…
Yeah, shit!

Photo by ramy Kabalan from Pexels

Written for tonight Poetics prompt at dVerse – Poetry as witness. And preferably something local.
So, I went very local, my kids school should have been teared down and rebuilt years ago. But City Hall can’t make any plans det gets approved…?

Midwinter Dance


Midwinter nights
Time for celebrations
For family and friends
Solstice fire and prayer
Christmas presents and cheer
In the nights before new years
Pounding bass
Strobing lights
Dancing the night
Embracing darkness
Dancing the lights return
Breathing deep
Energizing foundation
For the year to come
Tradition to share
Passion of music and dance
Festivities of moves
Midwinter dance


Avicii tribute concert

So today it’s time for the big concert. The door open at four o’clock, the music starts at five, and the whole thing is scheduled to last until eleven or so. A review will follow during the weekend.

Hopefully however good or bad the concert is. It will raise awareness about Mental Health issues. An issue that affects me and many, many more in the world. And should not be seen as a stigma or a sign of weakness.

Here’s an excerpt of what I felt when I heard Avicii’a last album for the first time:
Just listed trough Avicii’s last album, TIM. It was hard, sad, and one of the best albums I’ve heard.
It breaks my heart to know this is the last. That this talent where cut short by his own hand. That whoever you are, you can fool your surroundings, and like our beloved Chaotic end your life.
It also fills my heart with Love for the friends who caught me, while I was ready to leave. I will always remember and owe you a debt of gratitude. 💖
Heart Upon My Sleeve are pure genius!
It contains some of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard! 😘

Original post published 5 September 2019.

Sometimes a birthday treat show up unusually early in the year, on December 5th, at Friends Arena, The Tim Bergling Foundation will host a tribute concert. Many artist, producers and DJs that worked with Avicii will perform alongside a 30-piece live band. News of the concert splashed across Swedish media the other day. Tickets where to be released at 10 a.m. today, and I know my husband and I where not the only ones glued to their screens at that time. 55 000 sold out instantly. We got two! :-)



The concert hope to aid Mental Health Awareness!

Something sorely lacking in way to many places. A tide of illness that only seem to swell in our narcissistic, social media dependent, look at me society.

Tim Bergling is a good example of however famous, of means and loved, by family, friends and the world, you are, if you suffer from a mental illness and don’t get the right help, you may end up taking your own life. It doesn’t matter who you are, or your circumstances, if you need help you should GET IT and you should NOT be ashamed to ask for it. There are many of us who have lost family or friends this way.

The only reason I can sit here today writing is because I did get help, both when I asked for it and when I where to far gone to do even that.

So YES caring makes a difference, and everyone needs to remember that mental illness have always been way more common than humanity have wanted to accept and seem to be on the rise in our fast paced world.



Sweet agony,
knowing in a different life,
a parallel universe,
we would be a perfect match.
To know in our hearts what could,
but never will be.

Timing is everything.
Place has some meaning to.
If they aren’t in synchronicity
lives will never meet.

Sweet pleasure,
finding that our intentions and
the universe created a possibility
for another kind of encounter.


Also posted to dVerse Open Link Night

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