Surrender Sky-clad to the Moon – 6 December (2020 Re-post)

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To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night

On Love – Kahlil Gibran

Surrender sky-clad to the Moon
Heal, love, rest, grow, bathed in her glow
Soul singing her clear silver tune
Surrender sky-clad to the Moon
Accept the Goddess given boon
Love that will never cease to flow
Surrender sky-clad to the Moon
Heal, love, rest, grow, bathed in her glow

©RedCat

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Re-post comment:

I have friends who actually go bathing outside all year round. Which makes me cold by just thinking about it. So does imagining dancing sky-clad to the moon in this freezing cold. So with a shiver and a laugh. This is tonight’s advent calendar post. :-)

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Kahlil Gibran is a favorite of mine, so the Epigraph was easy to choose. The Triolet is a 8 line Octave form I tried before. As in Sit, waiting, longing, only you and Make Art – Triolet inspired by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell.

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• 1 December – Waiting a Long December Night
• 3 December – City of Snow
• 4 December – Seen in Tree´s
• 6 December – Surrender Sky-clad to the Moon
• 7 December – Ice Blue Sky
• 8 December – Snowflakes Dances Down
• 9 December – Susurration of Snow
• 10 December – Late Train Blue
• 13 December – Two Lucia poems
• 14 December – Time Is Running Out

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Image credits:

First image: Photo by samer daboul from Pexels
Second image: Photo by Fabian Reitmeier from Pexels
Third image: Photo by Joel & Jasmin Førestbird on Unsplash

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Come, set sail (2020 Re-post)

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Come set sail
We’re going to sea
Curious adventure never fail
A need to explore and see

Come set sail
We’re going to sea
We’ll search for a fresh gale
Our souls year to be free

Come set sail
We’re going to sea
We’ll find new fairytales
New deities to plea

Come set sail
We’re going to sea
When we’re only bones pale
Our grandchildren lives over the sea

© REDCAT

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Nasjonalbiblioteket from Norway / CC BY

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Re-post comment:

As my first little getaway is fast approaching, I felt this journey themed poem
was excellent as this weeks – Wandering the Archives Wednesday post.

Enjoy!

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User:Artifex / Public domain

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In today’s Poetics at dVerse, we’re invited to Come sail. I spent my first years close to the five locks of Borenshult and one of Sweden’s large lakes Vättern, then grew up among the myriad of brooks, streams, rivers, tarnes and lakes in the woods of Bergslagen. Before moving to the Baltic Sea coast.

Let’s just say,
I adore water.
Fresh spring and salty sea.
However-much she sways!

:-)

My favorite getaway (do you remember those?) has long been a stay on a Dutch canal-boat or houseboat. I had planned a writing weekend this summer, but we all know what came of everyone’s plans this year.

I’ve never been on a narrowboat, but if this pandemic ever ends I would love to try.

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©RedCat
Picture taken at Stenslätten, Vaxholm, Sweden

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First image from pexels.com

Life Ebb And Flow – A Quadrille

Photo by Mitchell Kmetz on Unsplash

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Life ebb and flow,
Always heading towards that frightening unknowable goal
It streams that way whether we flounder or soar
That is why, the wise ones say
Make the most out of every day
Because you never know
What hazards in the streambed lays

©RedCat

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Photo by Landsil on Unsplash

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Written for tonight’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse. That fun little form with just 44 words, with a given prompt word. Not including the title. Tonight the given word is stream.

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Read other Quadrilles by me here.

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Photo by Keren Fedida on Unsplash

Inky and Ice Cold Tarn of Sorrow

Image Source

Wave upon wave of darkness crashing in
Sinking, no chance to swim
Chilling doubt seeps in
Trauma wrought chains within

Shower and sparkle of bubbles with air
Lead heavy, stuck in despair
Losing the fight to draw air
Would anyone even care?

Inky and ice cold tarn of sorrow
No dawn of tomorrow
Frozen in ice sheets of sorrow
Cold in soul and marrow

Glimmer and gleam of bright hope
Igniting life’s colourful kaleidoscope
Even for the most wretched there’s shimmering hope
Hold my hand and together we’ll anything cope

© RedCat

Inspired by the first photo from The Sunday Muse.

And before anyone gets worried, this is thankfully not how bad my depression is right now. This is processing by writing about it. It is also an attempt to help someone else express themselves. And a chance to show some hope for everyone having a hard time right now.

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For me a tarn can be both a small woodland lake or a water filled old mining shaft, with inky black waters.

Come, set sail

Come set sail
We’re going to sea
Curious adventure never fail
A need to explore and see

Come set sail
We’re going to sea
We’ll search for a fresh gale
Our souls year to be free

Come set sail
We’re going to sea
We’ll find new fairytales
New deities to plea

Come set sail
We’re going to sea
When we’re only bones pale
Our grandchildren lives over the sea

© REDCAT

Nasjonalbiblioteket from Norway / CC BY

In today’s Poetics at dVerse, we’re invited to Come sail. I spent my first years close to the five locks of Borenshult and one of Sweden’s large lakes Vättern, then grew up among the myriad of brooks, streams, rivers, tarnes and lakes in the woods of Bergslagen. Before moving to the Baltic Sea coast.

Let’s just say,
I adore water.
Fresh spring and salty sea.
However-much she sways!

:-)

My favorite getaway (do you remember those?) has long been a stay on a Dutch canal-boat or houseboat. I had planned a writing weekend this summer, but we all know what came of everyone’s plans this year.

I’ve never been on a narrowboat, but if this pandemic ever ends I would love to try.

User:Artifex / Public domain

Deadly Waters

Raphael Andres [CC BY 3.0]

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With water to protect borders.
Just close the ports to stop migrants from coming.
They’ll drown.
But what value do we assign someone leaving failing states to seek a better life?

In-continent frozen waters.
European mountain winter, show paperless migrants from a wholly different clime.
Why all winter-snow bearing people through history found it wise to respect, fear and revere the Gods of Cold.

© REDCAT

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Wrote this after again reading about migrants dying to enter or cross Europe.
And that the UN has declared climate refugees can not be sent home – I wonder I anyone cares…

Apparently I where unclear in my previous post today – It rains! Right? – that was my first earthweal post this week and this will be my second. Last weeks challenge prompt Ghost made me write this – Restless rest.

Beira (Scottish myth)
Internet Archive Book Images [No restrictions]

It rains! Right?

Brocken Inaglory [CC BY-SA]

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– But Sir! Water is getting scarce!

– I don’t care if water is getting scarce.
– We’ll buy it! We’ll buy all the land, and get all the water and air rights.
So we can keep water our gardens in the desert.
Keep filling out swimming pools next to the ocean.
Keep flying our private jets hither and thither.

– Sir. May I ask? The people…

– It rains all the time. People will have rain water. 

– It will be great! 

– You’ll see…

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Sometimes reality feels way more trough-the-looking-glass wacky then fiction itself. Satire, irony and gallows-humor is my way of coping.

The first contribution to the weekly challenge: WATER at earthweal.