Walpurgis Night 2021

Photo by Kyle Peyton on Unsplash

As fickle April turns to green May
Winter’s cold, dark and snow are finally gone
We light bonfires to celebrate the returning sun
Rejoice in the lengthening hours of Nordic days

To the Goddess within we give our trust
In joy filled hymns we our voices raise
Green springs abundant fertility praise
As our hearts fill with awakened lust

©RedCat


Last years Witches Walpurgis Night Preparation.


Cherry Blossoms ©RedCat

A Beltane Song


We must celebrate spring,
we must dance and sing

We must gather and bring,
bone-dry kindling for burning

For tonight we go feasting,
Dance together and sing

Songs of Beltane and spring,
songs of weaving to bring

Our sweet Goddess her King,
to their seasonal wedding

We raise our voices to sing,
rejoice the rebirth of spring

©RedCat

Written for tonight’s MTB – Hopscotch with Anapestic tetrameter at dVerse. Anapestic tetrameter is by far the hardest meter I’ve tried so far, but maybe I just haven’t gotten into the rhythm yet. I chose to break the 12 syllable lines in two to get in an extra internal rhyme.


Read more poems with witches here.


Witch Voices (2020 Re-post)

Night Poured Over the Desert
Sheila Sund, Salem, United States [CC BY 2.0)]

We live in solitude, we three
Three for one and one for three
You will think us an apparition, you’ll see

Lives run by magic and moon
Moon and magic sees us identical to humdrum brain loon
Only a loon they say
Sees witches on a moonless day

Just a platitude, that we can time fold
We are not centuries old
Just an old tale
Again, and again re-told

Our roots run deep
Deep down where shared memory sleep
We feel the gravity of your leap
Need to renew, to wonder keep

Like the canary in the mine
Mine and your soul is on the line
Soul locked in a dark cage, let it fly free – soar
On inspiration dine
Lore by unique poet voices shine

We are the circle of mother, maiden, crone
In the circle we the Goddess intone
She steers our lives with wisdom felt deep in the bone

© REDCAT

Re-post comment:

Middle of the week means Wandering the Archives Wednesday. Tonight an echo poem that still makes me smile. And wonder when the three witches might turn up the next time. The original post was published 3 January 2020.

Hope you enjoy it to!


Written for both PLAY IT AGAIN! with REAL TOADS and A Skylover Word List ~ Apparition.
My second choice for PLAY IT AGAIN! became: Kerry Says ~ Let’s Find Our Poetic Voice (from July 2015). And just because my muse took me in that direction it also became another attempt at echo poetry.

The three witches appeared through my pen when I started writing poetry. They are free, headstrong characters that sometimes have their way with me. You can also find them in December Moon. Witches brew and Yesteryear Cheer.

I owe thanks for my inspiration to Kerry, without her prompts I wouldn’t have managed this, to Björn who showed how it should be done. And to Terry Pratchett for writing hilarious and thought provoking witches.

Pure Kitsch – Flash Fiction

Unknown authorUnknown author, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

You can’t base it on the number sixty nine, that’s pure kitsch.
You are a raging bitch for trying to bewitch with a piece rich with sexuality.

I laugh so hard I get a stitch. Then say.
I’m a witch, my words, your dreams and fantasies enrich.
Strange, weird and twisted my niche.

Your choice is which you prefer? Campy fun, or gray squares?
I wonder what you’ll ditch.

©RedCat


Creator/Contributor: Dielman, F. (Frederick), 1847-1935 (artist); L. Prang & Co. (publisher), Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Written for Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt. And inspired by the Swedish tryouts for the Eurovision Song Contest, called The Melody Festival. And that’s not ONE competition, but for the last two decades a season of six competitions.

Which is as kitsch as it gets!


Maria Innocentia Hummel, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Frost and Ice moons, Ekprastic Challenge, February 3

Kerfe Roig – What Grows Here

Under the frost and ice moons don’t despair
The maidens quickening is soon near
The winds turning warm and fair
Singing budding spring for all to hear

In the grove of skeletal birch don’t feel sorrow
Let the cold silver moonlight shadows spear
Beneath the snow hides the seeds of tomorrow
Let purple blue moonlight guide souls vision here

When the world is frozen, ice, snow, white
Listen to what intuition hears
Teeming life comes back with the light
Spring’s awakening is soon near

©RedCat

Kerfe Roig – Winter Forest

I’m revelling in the fact that Stockholm is white and covered in snow. I chase blinding sunlight on snow whenever it’s there. The lengthening days are noticeable. Still in the core of most northerners lies the longing for spring.

This poem has an ababcbcbdbdb rhyme pattern.

To read all poems and see all artwork go to The Wombwell Rainbow.

Also posted to Seasonal Changes 1: IMBOLC at earthweal.

Photo by Frank Cone on Pexels.com
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 PointingSilver Birch PressYellow Chair ReviewThe song is…Pure HaikuVisual VerseThe Light EkphrasticScribe BaseThe Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100Incandescent MindPea River JournalFiction 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/

Wolves Howling at the Moon – A Triolet, Ekprastic Challenge, January 29

Christine O’Connor

The wolves are howling at the moon
Witches dance to silvery tune

Praying for Freya’s bountiful boon
The wolves are howling at the moon

Reading the cast pathfinder runes
Offering their minds to attune

The wolves are howling at the moon
Witches dance to silvery tune

©RedCat

Read all poems and see all poems at The Wombwell Rainbow.

Also shared with earthweal open link weekend #55.

Christine O’Connor

Is an artist working in glass, metal, fibre and paint. Sometimes her work is based on photographs, but more often, she creates in the moment. She loves to play with texture and colour.

Christine O'Connor

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