NaPoWriMo Day 20: Stallion Moon

My nine year old wrote

Of the pale moon gracefully

Riding stallion clouds.


I begged him for it

That magical phrase, just to

Say how proud I am.

NaPoWriMo Day 19: ASMR

I decided to write about things I love

Things that move me

Change me

Settle me

Heartily aware

Of the potential narcissism


But here we go…


Sits in my heart

A triumph of tingles

From my scalp to my toes

I get the whole range

The tickly head

The shivers down the neck

The goose-bumps across the back

There’s no knack

You either feel it

Or you don’t

And it makes me so happy

That I do

So thank you JoJo




Thank you for treading Softly in Galoshes

Or keeping the Rift Ephemeral

Thank you for Red’s Whispers

Woodland walks

Lakeside talks

Antique shops

Ticking tapping clocks

And catalogues

And brushes for canvases and faces

And all those different, fascinating places

Thank you for my sleepy feels

Thank you, Goodnight Moon.

Beltane at Home

I celebrate Beltane from sunset tonight, May eve, throughout tomorrow- and even into the weekend at times. It’s a festival of fire, of creativity, of passion and of hope for the coming summer. Unable to attend festivals or gather with friends, there are still ways to celebrate and enjoy the season from home, as detailed in the Bad Witch’s Blog’s recent post.

How will you be celebrating this year?

NaPoWriMo Day 18: Glass

Is it animal, vegetable, or mineral?

We’re playing twenty questions

And the boy can’t quite figure out

If glass is one of the three

Or none

One or none

Or some of all

It’s mineral

I say, without thinking

But then I do think

I think of the sea, the beach

The tiny creatures bashed to oblivion

By wild waves

Flecks of kelp and bladderwrack

Preserved forever

And I realise his confusion

Has way more merit

Than my certainty.

NaPoWriMo Day 17: Black Eyes

Crawling out of swamps

Dripping metaphors

Like similes

That sear the skin

Scream off

Siren wails and

Black eyes pierce

The bard’s heart

A bobbing larynx

Gulping at tightness

In throat.

Waiting with a lute,

Waiting to write of fear

Instead, song upon song

Of glowing white hair

And night-sky deep black eyes.

Earth Day Moot

Some great discussion and videos over at our Earth Day Moot, do pop along! Just click the event link and scroll through the posts.

NaPoWriMo Day Sixteen: Drunkk

I had an idea

For words

In the middle of the night

In vino veritas


But definitely

In vino no memoriae.




(For the love of cheese someone clean up my Latin! Please!)