Monthly Archives: December 2013

Ice Cave

the-ice-cutters 1911 Natalia Goncharova.

Carefully cut ice

precise like building blocks

precious preserver


Precious preserver

stored in mountain ice caves

awaiting summer


Awaiting summer

when mules labour to the coast

to bring fresh fishes


Image The Ice Cutters, 1911, Natalia Goncharova

This picture immediately reminded me of the Ice Caves found near the mountain villages in this part of Spain.  I have explored one of them in Vall de Gallinera, no sunlight ever penetrated. They stored ice for Summer and would still have been in use into the 1950s as there was no electricity in these remote areas.


Winter Solstice


The shortest day and longest night

bring the cycle of the year to its close.

The Wild Hunter watches from dusk

through midnight until the dawn.


A cloaked figure with a golden sickle

cuts Mistletoe from the Druid Oak.

The lush green leaves and bright white

berries are captured in folds of white cloth.


The Holly King’s prickly crown of red berries

adorns the door leading to the inglenook.

A Yule Log glows in the fire and warms the night

whilst the wheel of fortune and time turn.


The world waits in silence for the vital

spirit of the sun to nurture a new beginning.

As light chinks in the east with the dawn

Sun King rises to meet the Moon Goddess.


Image – One of the stunning Goddess paintings of Susan Seddon Boulet 1941 -1997

Dreams of Darkest Night


Breath deeply into the darkness

contemplate the nothingness of nadir

for in this emptiness  the seed is set

inert in the nest of nature’s death.

The wheel winds slowly through winter

regressed at the shadow of solstice.

There is power in this darkness,

gathering of essences in damp earth.

Power to seize our fear, embrace it,

unpack it, look into it, gaze at it.

As with the seed so we should sleep,

knowing the crone watches over us.

Dark night of the soul will bring renewal

as the wheel  turns tentatively to Zenith.


Artwork credit – ‘Winter Solstice’ by darknatasha at

Entered for The Mag picture prompt ‘Poets’ Sleep’ 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn


poets's sleep 1989 chang hong ahn



The peace candle putters

earth’s sorrows still vent

as we enter Advent

and we labour here

in materiality of presents.


The Christ child knows THE WAY

to sacrifice our psych for a higher aim

perfection of spirit for the same.

Without our bodies we leave this plane

prepare for return to spirit again.


For d Verse Advent



Jonathan seagull

sails higher above the flock

seeking perfection


Seeking perfection

seeing the needs of others

to know higher things


To know higher things

the dedicated teachers

reaching sacred flight.


Picture prompt from the Mag

photo from The Guardian, Eyewitness

Haiku inspired by Jonathan Livingston Seagull

and shared with dVerse


wings 5


Waiting for the wind

with light of Moonlight shadow

veering Westerly


Tender wings shimmer

anticipating pleasure

flying velvet night


in dreams of moonbeams

cushioning heightened senses

to taste the chalice


Picture prompt from The Mag by Tess Kincaid

and shared with dVerse