Tag: Terza rima

Malleable Strawmen of Gold

We’re all born malleable lumps of clay.
Full of hidden nuggets of unformed gold.
Strawmen built of experience strands of hay.

Able to ourselves shape, reshape and mold.
Rebuild from the ruins, rise from the ashes.
Take trauma and rare origami gems fold.

To withstand tormenting flashbacks flashes.
Find meaning when all seems utterly lost.
Capture fleeting hope that by us dashes.

Change orbit to no longer be star-crossed.
Listen to the voice in our hearts and soul.
Let passion heal, lift our spirits aloft.

Let hurt go, take charge, be in control.
Reassemble the pieces to a new whole.

©RedCat

Written for this week’s Sunday Muse.
Also shared with Writers’ Pantry #74: Words, words, glorious words.

Written in the Terza Rima pattern. Which I tried a few times before.
In Raven Dream Flight, Open, Accept, Surrender and In The Badger Sett.

Photo by Anne Nygård on Unsplash
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In The Badger Sett – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Kerfe Roig

Grandma Badger came to greet me
Most dashing in her dinner frock
Invited me to midnight tea

All the little cubs came to gawk
They hadn’t seen a witchling before
Down and down we went, quite a walk

At length we came to a carved door
Come into the library dear
Where we our ancient knowledge store

In here you can meet our seer
She’ll teach you whatever you need
To from the witch hunters stay clear

Decipher the signs you must heed
Help you light the white ardent flame
That must any vision quest lead

It’s time to your inborn strength claim
That’s what will set your spirit free
I see it in your fire brick mane

First we’ll have fortifying tea
Then we’ll see what signs you can see

©RedCat

Researching and writing this I learnt a few new words, first witchling which, when it popped into my mind sounded like something I made up, but according to Wiktionary is a word used in fantasy and wicca. It is synonym to witchlet, anagram to twitchel, both words I don’t know if I read before, but now am itching to use.
And the badger’s burrow is called sett. 

This is another poem in tetrameter, meaning eight syllables per line. Also another written in terza rima, meaning the rhyme scheme is ABA BCB etc. 

Felt lacking in ideas writing this so used the Skyloverwordlist to boost my creativity. Chosen words: Decipher, Ardent and Fire Brick.

For all art and all poems go to The Wombwell Rainbow.

Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash
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 Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/  (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

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Raven Dream Flight – April Ekphrastic Challenge

Jane Cornwell

A raven came to me one stormy night
As I lay contemplating ending life
Taking me on a wild curious flight

First we flew through my years, where abuse ran rife
Showing me every deep unhealed wound
Then the raven took me to afterlife

We flew over the souls that abuse drowned
A pungent dead sea bordered by crushed dreams
My guide said that’s where my thoughts had be bound

She saw me flinch when hearing the seas screams
Clacked her beak knowingly as my tears fell
And flew on navigating by moonbeams

We alighted in a field of seashells
Bathing me in pearlescent healing light
She said you’ll find freedom through an inkwell

With one of my feathers you’ll demons smite
Don’t worry it will as before regrow
Heal yourself and others as you pain write

Follow the stream to the source of your flow
Learn how to unravel fates twisted thread
Where Death chooses which souls to rebirth go

The last thing I saw was Death’s smiling head
Before waking remade in a sundrenched bed

©RedCat
Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

My forth poem for GloPoWriMo and April Ekprastic Challenge. As in January, writing to works of art is changing my writing. How I prepare for writing, for example doing more research on mythology and symbolism. So this time I spent a while reading up more on ravens, Valkyries and Psychopomps’ and other shape shifting spirit guides.

Also I seem to write longer more intricate pieces then I usually do. :-)

Written in Terza rima, a form first known to be used by the Italian poet Dante Alighieri in Divine Comedy, completed in 1320.
It’s a three-line stanza using chain rhyme in the pattern ABA BCB CDC etc. There is no limit to the number of lines, but poems written in terza rima end with either a single line or in a couplet repeating the rhyme of the middle line of the final tercet.

Also incorporating three words from the Skyloverwordlist words: pungent, curious, sea shell.

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

April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021

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Open, Accept, Surrender

© RedCat

Breath deep – breathe slow
Open inner celestial gate
Immerse in moon glow

Reveal wretched, abysmal mental-state
Hunted, wounded, all trust broken
Never again pristine whole slate

Accept heartbreak, sorrow, disconnect
Bars of deepest depression
Acknowledge all hurts unspoken

Left no safe sacred bastion
Warlock razed every wall
Drenched soul-well in poison

Surrender at rock-bottom, reveal all
Breathe, be, trust
Hear inner wisdom call

She will guide you dearest
To that space where you begin
Renew energy, life, lust

Return to searching mystic discipline
From breath to heart to soul
Replenish all needs within

© REDCAT

Another piece inspired by my meditation. It haven’t escaped my attention that several of my last pieces revolve around the same theme. (That’s why I’ve given them the same image.) I have no intentions in getting caught in a loop, but there is something that wants to be told, and apparently I’m not all the way there yet.

Posted as response to Weekend Writing Prompt #145 – Abysmal hosted by Sammi Cox. 93 words with a Terza rima scheme.

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