And in the doorways of the town,

with skulking cats and litter blown,

a world of drawn and withered men

with roughened hands and wine blown skin,

and raddled women wrinkled red,

sit in silence waiting for

the wind to cease, the sun to shine,

and one of all the passing crowd,

the rushing faces turned away,

to stop and smile and say, hello.


In the primal darkness

For the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt. The words this week are:


Photo©Helgi Halldórsson


In primal darkness when the earth

Came to birth,

She spread her wings,

Embraced all things.


When first we dared to sing and dance

In magic trance,

Beneath the light

Of stars at night,


We sought to master all of life,

Created strife,

Our downfall pride,

The turning tide.


And now the dark rolls back again

With no birth pain,

No joyful cry,

This time we die.

One Line Wednesday: Who’s watching who?

Just a one line thought since it’s Wednesday. For others, you should visit Linda Hill’s blog.


In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.

When you read those opening lines, does anybody else wonder who exactly is the narrator? Interesting or terrifying?

It’s no game

For the Secret Keeper’s writing challenge, another cascade poem and the theme is still one that is uppermost in my mind at this time. Old wars and recent atrocities.

This week’s words (I’ve used a couple of synonyms):



It’s no game, say the guns to the men in suits,

It’s no game when the bullets fall like hail,

Just watch the blood red flowers bend and fall.


Loud are the last cries and the cannons’ roar,

When earth turns to mud and day eternal night,

It’s no game, say the guns to the men in suits.


Sad is not the word for the ocean of tears,

The years and years of sorrow for those left behind,

It’s no game when the bullets fall like hail.


Wind shakes the poppies with the voices of the dead,

But there’s nobody listening, no more to be said,

Just watch the blood red flowers bend and fall.

Poetry challenge Circles and Cycles: the entries

You surprised and delighted me yet again, especially those of you who went back to the form and had another go at it. I’m sorry I haven’t made individual comments in this round up but I have a migraine and screen work is difficult.

Don’t forget to call in tomorrow for another prompt, and thank you all again for the beautiful poetry 🙂

Lady Lee

Poetry challenge #48: Circles and cycles – ladyleemanila


September Embers



Summer’s slipped by – circle poem for Jane Dougherty | fmme writes poems

Merry Maiden who is blogless but who tweets beautiful poetry here

Abundant green
seen scattered on rich fertile earth
birthed in the richness of a golden Fall
all from branches heavy
brevity of Summer’s colors
covers Autumn’s hues redundant
Abundant green

The crow

twists and turns (20160914) – Words and Feathers


Seasons – WritersDream9




and the revised version THE FALLEN SEED – MY WALL


Poetry challenge (2): circles and cycles – The Chemicalist


By the Spiral Meet | method two madness


Cycles and Seasons | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

Kat who describes this very sweet poem as ‘sappy’!!!!

hate loving you | like mercury colliding…

then another two…

Deplorable  | like mercury colliding…

Raindrop | like mercury colliding…


Poetry Challenge #48 – Circles and Cycles | Journey To Ambeth

Sekoprince, a first time contributor blogs here

The season is here!
The trees harmoniously sway,
The leaves in accordance give way,
Red and green the apples fill the ground,
The season is here!

And a late arrival to the Circles and Cycles Ball from Ken, who fell asleep for a week but in now awake 🙂

Roundabout Way of Meeting a Prompt | rivrvlogr



The Daily Post prompt word is twinkle. Unless I was being facetious or writing about little stars, twinkle is a word I would avoid, so I am going to hijack this prompt for publicity purposes.

So, what words would I use instead of twinkle?

There’s the glint of the dull metal of the Black Boys’ hand guns; glitter like the first sunlight Deborah sees in her life, falling through the pines on the far side of the mountains; the gleam of the guiding light that draws Oscar and the Fianna across the western ocean, and the gold brocade cushions and robes of the Green Woman’s litter; or the glow of the furnace of Moloch, the pits of Hell, the eyes of Abaddon, the home fires in Underworld.

I would describe the first spark of green life in the desert wastes when the Green Woman discovers her magic; the sparkle of the first stars to shine down on the earth when the dust and burning sands of destruction are blown away; the way the hemisphere shone like a gas bubble on a pool of putrefaction; the dazzle of light from the sword that cut through Abaddon’s darkness; the flash of a dart of power hooking a behemoth and catching a fallen angel; the shimmer of illusion as Loki shifts from fox to rat to falcon to kelpie to warrior; the flicker of pale underbellies beneath the murky brown waters of the Great River of Death; the wink of the silver cloak pin in the moonlight of Oscar’s room.

But I wouldn’t use twinkle.

You can read lots of other words that I would and have used here: