Soul Cakes


Every year to All Hallows Eve,
as pick me up after the draining spell weaves
Butter, flour, sugar, lots and lots of cocoa
A pinch of chilli to make your cheeks glow
A drop of potion to awaken your magic
A smidge of myth to feed your mystic

That’s all the ingredients you get to know
The rest is hidden in witchcraft shadow
If you ever reach beyond the veil
You might understand the finer details
Of how Granny delicious healing yumminess makes
When she her famous soul cakes bakes

©RedCat


Written for the fourth day of Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain (volume ii) – A Horror / Halloween Writing Prompt Challenge



13 Days of Samhain

Graveyard Shift

Besom Buddies

Soul Cakes


Image credits:

Ghost cakes: Photo by Sittinat Thurdnampetch on Unsplash

Jack o lantern: Photo by Jessica Flores on Unsplash

Ghost coffee: Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

Besom Buddies


We went flying today
My besom buddies and I
High up in the star studded sky
Practicing how we’ll say trick or treat

When we got tired
We rested on the sickle moon
Rejuvenated by her October tune
Feeling our magic rise afired

As the sun rose
We went happily to our beds
With the night sky singing in our heads
Dreaming of our future beaus

©RedCat


Yesterday there was a ghost child. Today it became teenage witches. And I learned a new word. Besom – I had no idea a witches (or traditional) broom had a name of its own.

Written for the second day of Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain (volume ii) – A Horror / Halloween Writing Prompt Challenge




Image credits:

First image: Photo by Benjamin Voros on Unsplash

Second image: Photo by Schaa Rabbani on Unsplash

Full Moon Magic – An Acrostic Plus Poem


Forever and ever
Us witches pray
Lay your blessing on us
Let your wisdom guide us
Make us live in harmony
Once and forever
On this night we swear
Never to let evil near

Never be swayed by them
Who sees nature as an expendable cornucopia
We will protect her from harmful overusing
With one voice, together we say, I
am a proud defender of Gaia’s chaos systemic

© RedCat



Written for Poetics: For the love of puzzles . . . at dVerse. Where Lilian invents a new poetic form. An expansion of the Acrostic poem, she calls Acrostic Plus. I always loved puzzles of all kinds. So even though I find acrostic’s hard to write, they can easily be nonsensical, I had to give it a try.

Lillian writes: 

In an Acrostic poem, the first letter of each line, when read from top to bottom, will spell out a message or a name or a word.

In the Acrostic Plus, the first letter of each line in the first stanza, when read from top to bottom, spells out a message or word(s) and in the second stanza, the last letter of each line when read from top to bottom, spells out the rest of the message or additional word(s).

To me, one of the most important things in both the Acrostic and the Acrostic Plus, is that the poem makes sense. The form cannot overrun the meaning. I suppose that’s the case with any form of poetry.



Image credits:

First image: Photo by Anton Repponen on Unsplash
Second image: Photo by Karina Vorozheeva on Unsplash
Third image: Photo by __ drz __ on Unsplash


Harriet the Heartless Harridan – A Quadrille


Harriet the heartless harridan was heartbroken.
Her husband had happened to hear her hawking love potions.
And now his behest was that she herself had a sip.
Harriet pleaded, but he was head and heartstrong.
Now Harriet is known as the heart healing hedgewitch.

©RedCat


Written for tonight’s Quadrille prompt over at dVerse. That, dear to my heart, little poem form of just 44 words, excluding the title. And including a given word. Tonight the word is heart. As soon as I read that the words” Harriet the heartless harridan” popped into my mind and I knew it was time for another alliteration Quadrille.



Image credits:

First image: Photo by K. Mitch Hodge on Unsplash
Second image: Photo by Jan Ranft on Unsplash
Third image: Photo by Jeremy Zero on Unsplash

Under a Golden Harvest Moon – A Triple Prayer


Under a golden harvest moon
I give thanks for the Goddess boon
Cleansed by her mystical light
Has freed my heart’s desire to write
Enabled me to process what has been
Find the healing Goddess muse within
Explore the passion in my heart
Down a new life-path start

Under a golden harvest moon
Give thanks for the Goddess boons
Bathed in her magical light
Feel fortified and ready to fight
Discover her path to find your twin
The healing Goddess spark within
Explore the passions in your heart
Find your soul’s true art

Under a golden harvest moon
We give thanks for the Goddess boons
Blessed by her mystic light
We see our purpose in our inner sight
Gathered with our witch kin
Each shining with Goddess glow within
We feel faith in our hearts
As each on their quest starts

©RedCat


Yesterday the nearly full harvest moon shone bright in the deep blue sky. My evening walk turned into a meditation of sorts. Keeping her in my sight as much as possible. 

Lines of poetry started to run through my head. Spoken by my three witches. Resulting in this triple prayer. One for me, one for you, and one for everyone of us.



Image credits:

First image: Photo by CHUTTERSNAP on Unsplash
Second image: Photo by Haley Owens on Unsplash
Third image: Photo by Halanna Halila on Unsplash

Thirteen Witches (Rewrite)


Thirteen witches standing in a row
One by one bends their heads down low
Thirteen witches to the Goddess bow
One by one swears to magic allow

Thirteen witches and thirteen crows
One by one let their arcane power flow
Thirteen witches ancient wisdom know
One by one fills with heavenly glow

Thirteen witches peace seeds sow
One by one compassionate revolution grows
Thirteen witches Nature care show
One by one holy blessings bestow

Thirteen witches ready for storms to blow
One by one prepared to fight human woe
Thirteen witches sacred loving vow

© REDCAT


This is a slight rewrite of an older poem to suite the word count for this weekend’s writing prompt.


Midsummer Night Full Moon

Midnight midsummer moon rise
Stockholm, Sweden
©RedCat

Midsummer night full moon
Do you hear the alluring tune
The caressing song of a full moon in June

Shining her golden light
In the pale summer night
Beacon to the dancing witch’s sight

Touching on bare skin
Kindling creative passion within
Letting the dream visions begin

Her visit might be short
Just long enough to lead the way to fairy court
Get a glimpse of a soul’s consort

After that the soul will know
Recognize the shared inner glow
The love who’ll allow you to grow

Under midsummer’s full moon
A witch might find her soul’s tune
The one that to natures ebb and flow attune

©RedCat

Örebro, Sweden
Photo by Philip Myrtorp on Unsplash

The night before Midsummer’s Eve the moon rose full and golden. Adding to the already otherworldly quality of Nordic midsummer night. I just had to write something before I could go to sleep.

My photo is cropped, but not edited or taken with night setting. Meaning this is how bright a cloudy overcast midnight is here this time of year.


This year I’ve written several Midsummer poems;
Æsir Solstice Sunrise, Guarded By The Unicorn and Midsummer Frenzy.
And numerous Daily Haibuns.


Midnight Sun, Nykvåg, Norway
Photo by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen on Unsplash

Also linked to earthweal open link weekend #72.


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