Night Sky

At Night, Gloomy, Clouds, Pale, Darkness
Hans Braxmeier at Pixabay

Nothing much
Blowing eastwards
Driving before it
Dark clouds – impending rain.
Obscuring the bright, crisp stars;
The night sky is slowly transformed.
Gone now – the friendly face of the moon.
Thus blanketed the heavenly host wait.


Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge – Theme: The Night Sky

Chosen Season: An Eukaryotic Ekphrastic

Image credit: Unsplash, and the photographer is Wolfgang Hasselmann

Autumn’s chill fingers
Reach deeply within the earth
Summer’s green passing
Fungi raise their heads aloft
To greet their chosen season



“This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art.”  I have used the Tanka form to explore the photo prompt.

Path To Dreams

Image credit: no attribution

Oh, Disused pathway
Of a forgotten era
Once the road to dreams
Now you by weeds overgrown
Will my highways face the same?



Colleen’s syllabic challenge is a photo prompt this week. I have used the Tanka syllable form, though I am not sure if I have “pivoted” as clearly as might have liked.  I hope the metaphors have impact though.

As Fresh As Dawn

Deer, Parent Child, Morning, Cute, Kojika

Image by yamabon from Pixabay

As dappled sunlight streams below –
Watchful hart and nurturing doe
A newborn fawn
As fresh as dawn
They guard – then onward go

Colleen has challenged us to write a syllabic poem of our own choice of theme and form.  I am using the Welsh clogyrnach form with its 8/8/4/4/6 syllable and aabba rhyme scheme.  My inspiration ran backwards, as the poem wrote itself, and then I looked for a suitable illustration.  It is not perfect as it doesn’t include the stag, but it think it does capture the feel of the poem.



Departed Witness: Mirror Cinquain

Tree, Branches, Sky, Perspective, Branch, Winter, Fall



Mourn we
The awful loss.
You departed now – far
From our selfish unthinking midst.
Gone now –
Your sage
Witness of the things that have passed –
Now forever silent
You great oak shall



Colleen’s syllabic challenge this week was to write on the theme inspired by the quote: Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.” Herman Hesse

I have gone with the mirror cinquain form, and the added prompt to the image of a dead oak.  I think to the quote and image work well together to set the mood.



Defunct – Dried

Image Credit: © Sally Cronin

What is the purpose of this thing – I spy?
No longer amid the ocean depths
Now in sand – stranded high and dry;
Lobster pot upon the beach
Carried in on the tide.
To fullfil its task
Shall it function?
Like systems
Defunct –




For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: What does this photo say to you? Remember to use all of your senses when you craft your poetry. Could this photo be a metaphor for something?

The timely question: “Are our social attitudes fit for purpose?” expressed in Reversed Etheree: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 form.

Fey Words

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Breath Quiet
Almost unheard
A call for curses?
A summoning of grace?
What mystic rites were released
In those few whispered syllables?
Will they change the course of destiny –

For those of us bound here upon the Earth?

Tell me of the fey words you said
Shall I be now overjoyed
Or should I wait in dread?
What was your intent?
In what you spoke
Breath quiet




SynonymsOnly :“BLESSED & HEX”