Waiting a Long December Night – 1 December (2020 Re-post)


Waiting a long December night
It’s easy to startle and take fright
Imagine goblins and ghosts
Even though the night are like most
Not yet full winter nights
When the moon is hid from sight

Waiting a long December night
I light candles to burn bright
Imagine unconstrained Christmas cheer
Cosying up with all I hold dear
Wishing for a new year
Without an pandemic to fear

Waiting a long December night
When the moon is hid from sight
I light candles to burn bright
To ward off spirits mischievous fright
Seasonal rhymes and rituals write
Waiting a long December night

©RedCat

Re-post comment:

Today is December 1st, and Wednesday. So this years advent calendar starts off with a re-post from last year. My creative writing classes and the fact that I brazenly decided to take 200% worth of classes has taken all my time and energy this fall. What little I had left got lost amid some family emergencies and other normal life stuff. Even so I decided to try to keep this tradition. If you like to join in post your own advent themed poem in the comment section.

Enjoy!



Last night I where kept up until the small hours by my youngest. Giving me some time to prepare today’s Advent calendar post. Missing to much sleep is never good. But sometimes writing in the witching hour gives great results. ;-)


©RedCat

If you’d like to read last years calendar the post can be found here.


Image credits:

First image: Photo by Vlad Bagacian from Pexels
Second image: Photo by Waldemar Brandt on Unsplash


Onyx darkness (2019 Re-post)


Leave any light on the endless shelves
Speak the pass phrase
Only those with flawless elocution
A mind open to betwixt and between
Shall pass the warden
Go through the Nyx-door
Plunge into onyx darkness
Within are nights that never die
Without the world spins on
Here only esthesis will guide you
Stay as long as it pleases thee.

©REDCAT


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Body and mind buzzing with the joy of dance class, I felt this to be a good way to get back to Wandering the Archives Wednesday that I’ve missed for a few weeks.

Enjoy!



Written for Get Listed! with a Mystery Guest at toads.
Really fun, and much harder to than one word prompts.


Both club images by Antoine J. 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


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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

Giant hogweed (2019 Re-post)


Taller than grown men
silent reminder
of human folly

One look at you
one whiff of scent
declares intent

This land your domain
roots spread foundation
seeds spread your vanguard

To combat your growth
we must don armour
One touch might burn us

Arm ourselves for
axes will fell your
sturdy stems like trunks

Poisonous sap flow
burns skin in sunlight
blisters and blackens

Down but dangerous
still lying in wait
Second growth or seeds

Wait for guerrilla
warfare without end
Generations feud

We teach our children
to heed the danger
to combat your spread

Write history books
declaring lack of
knowledge led us here

Still we change Nature
before learning of
her intricate ways

©REDCAT


Re-post comment:

I’ve been struggling all day with writing a song.
Keeping every line between five to eight syllables long.
So this poem came to mind for tonight’s
Wandering the Archives Wednesday.


The Return Of The Giant Hogweed by Genesis

Written for Kim’s prompt at dVerse ~ Poetics: Sylvia and Ted. Where we’re asked to write about growing, multiplying, invasive species. As well as try to emulate style of one of the poets.

I decided upon the challenge to keep my line short, with five syllables in each like Sylvia Plath’s Mushroom. It took some editing, but eventually I got there. But boy, do my inner saboteurs have a field day every time I decide to say I actually can do something that connects with writing. Just as they did when I decided to make a new translation of one of Edith Södergran’s poems.
Even though I actually have paid bills working as a freelance translator.

As yesterday’s Haibun challenge showed me how much harder I have with counting syllables in English than my native Swedish. This time I put most words trough a syllable counter I found online.

Wikipedia informed me that this weed too have at least one song to it’s honor.



Image Credits:

First image: Wiki Commons

Second image: By Ronnie Robertson, CC BY-SA 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons


Bumbling Bumblebee (2020 Re-post)


Blenda the bumptious bumpkin bumblebee bumbled back and forth bumming nectar from bees.

Before long, the bees barrelled and bumped into Blenda. “Back away from our blossoms”, they buzzed.

Boring bees, a bummed out Blenda thought. Perchance the botanist holds a bumbling bumblebee beloved.

© RedCat


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As autumn cold nips every night and morning now. I thought this little alliteration Quadrille with it’s taste of summer was a good re-post for this week’s Wandering the Archives Wednesday.

Enjoy!


Photo by Adonyi Gu00e1bor on Pexels.com

Quadrille Monday over at dVerse. And I went a bit bananas with the word bum in a myriad forms.


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

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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.


Breathe Deep. Breath Slow. – A Mantra (2020 Re-post)

© RedCat

Breathe deep. Breath slow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Take your time to inward go.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Cultivate space to grow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Investigates what lies below.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Release all that keeps you low.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Accept all there is in the now.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Connect to life force flow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Listen to your higher self say so.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Learn what wisdom want you to know.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Changed awareness new seeds sow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Let the winds of change blow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Trust your soul your path to show.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Bathe in inner divine glow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.
Let the universe its love bestow.

Breathe deep. Breath slow.

© REDCAT

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

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For tonight’s Wandering the Archives Wednesday.
I’ll share this meditation mantra.
I think of it whenever I feel I need to calm and center myself.
I might not repeat all the lines, but enough repetitions of just
Breathe deep, breathe slow
works just as well.

Enjoy!


Photo by DTS VIDEOS on Pexels.com

I like repetitions and rhymes. I also like meditation and mantras. :-)
“Breath deep. Breath slow.” – was the first meditation poem I wrote. Which coincides with the first day I started to seriously meditate. Right now I’m thankful for the fact that I managed to make it into a habit before the pandemic started. Without that daily dose of peace and grounding. Without that self-care, I think my depression would have bloomed right now, fueled my the ongoing catastrophe.


Photo by Magicbowls on Pexels.com

Entangled Encounter (2020 Re-post)


Connected through space
Known in another life
Wearing an unknown face
Recognition cuts like a knife

Known in another life
Near enough to soul-mark place
Wearing an unknown face
Marching to the same fife

Near enough to soul-mark place
Spooky entanglement from someplace
Marching to the same fife
Reborn from afterlife

Spooky entanglement from someplace
Connected through space
Reborn from afterlife
Wearing an unknown face

© REDCAT


Re-post comment:

Tonight’s wander through the archives yielded one of the first Pantoums I wrote.
Since then it has become one of my favorite forms.

Enjoy!



Image credits:

Schrödiger’s grave: Grave of physicist Erwin Schrödinger in Alpbach, Tyrol via Wikimedia
Tree, water, moon image: Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
Red ball with purple aura: Photo by Fractal Hassan on Unsplash


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