Madame Light

Where the starlight begins by Catrin Welz-Stein

image used with by permission of the artist: Catrin Welz-Stein.  Please check out her works at


Preparing the sky for when

the sun goes down

She spreads astral lights for

the sky like a gown

She walks up on stilts as she

visits the moon

She’s stringing up stars for the

night-time is soon

Then pours for herself out a

glass liquid light

Imbibes Milky Way for she’s

done for the night

Then off to her home at a

place all aglow

Admiring her handiwork

through the window

The world is now ready for

the dark to fall

Her night-lights have been placed for

one and for all


Written for dVerse, where we’ve been invited to write poetry based on the artwork of Catrin Welz-Stein


3300 AD

N. Lecky arrived in 3300 and saw dinosaurs.  Sometime prior to his arrival, scientists had cloned these extinct lizards.

A brontosaurus sat on his time machine just as he spotted the hungry velociraptors.


Written for the Trifecta weekend challenge where we were asked to write 33 words on a time travel story.

One More Hill

He always knew the greatest thrill
Was to be found o’er the next hill
And so he walked both day and night
Yet what he sought stayed beyond sight

“Just one more hill and then I’ll find
The ones I’ve passed? Oh never mind
Just one more knoll I need to top
Not there? Oh well, no need to stop”

And so he walked hoping to find
Not knowing that he’d left behind
The surer joys of hearth and home
So cursed, he continued to roam

The ‘lusive rainbow that he sought
He never found, for it was naught


Posted for the Trifecta Writing Challenge.  This week’s challenge was to use the word “rainbow” in the figurative sense of an illusory goal or hope.  I decided to do a poem based rather loosely on an Elizabethan Sonnet (although I used tetrameter instead of pentameter, and an aabb ccdd eeff gg rhyme scheme instead of abab cdcd efef gg)

The Solo

In dVerse, we were introduced to the genre of Jazz Poetry.  Being a huge jazz fan, I simply had to answer the call.  This is my first attempt at the genre, and I hope I at least sort of  did it justice!  So go grab a CD of Miles Davis, or your favourite jazz trumpeter, and read this out loud as you listen (or read it silently with no soundtrack if you prefer…I leave that up to you).


Lips pursed and placed
on the mouthpiece
he spins his breath
thru his silver horn

His voice, to the crowd
the piercing tones
of the tune, he attacks
on his trumpet

The standard he plays
every cat worth his salt
has done it before
each one done it dif’rent

The score on his stand
it stands ignored
he knows this tune…
intimate like a lover

besides…the notes
they’re a guide, not the rule
with joy he’ll improv…
improve on the tune

Hit a note flat
then gliss to the true
riff on a theme and
make it swing, make it his

He feels more than hears
the ‘lectric energy
of the crowd, like
fuel for his muse

He plays his horn
like never before
the crowd whipped
to a frenzy

Too soon the spotlight
swings away
shining now on
the guy on the sticks

His solo is done
he knows he done good
his soul…he just
poured it thru his lips

Today Was Destined to be Different

It was a typical Thursday.

The sun, as is its wont,  rose in the east.  The smell of coffee and oatmeal greeted me as I walked into the kitchen.  My wife smiled at me and came to give me a good morning kiss and hug.  This day was beginning just like any typical day.  No reason why anyone should think that anything should be different than usual.  Today was destined to be different, however.  I knew that, even if nobody else did.

As I extracted myself from my wife’s embrace, I told her that I had an errand to run, so I might be late for supper.

After a quick breakfast, I went into the garage, fired up the car and went to work.  At work, I answered some calls, filed some reports, and turned a few bucks of profit for the company.  Same old, same old…and yet I knew that today was destined to be different.

When quitting time came, I said the customary “have a good evening, see you tomorrow” to my co-workers, headed out the door, and went to do my errand.

As I pulled up to Centennial Bank, I smiled.  Here was where the day was about to become different.  I was planning on making a rather large withdrawal from an account that my wife knew nothing about.  Boy would she be surprised!

Moments after I walked through the door, clouds of gas began to fill the bank, and everyone around me began to lose consciousness.  It was clear, even to the most unobservant person that a robbery was in progress, but it was OK.  I was already wearing my mask.

Written for Trifecta.  This week’s challenge was to use  the 3rd definition of the word “mask”

3: a protective covering for the face

Coronation Day

Today the prince would receive his crown.

Too bad he was tied up in the loft with a tether strap while the witch sent his wicked body double to stand in for him.


Written for the Trifecta Weekend Challenge.  This weekend we were asked to use the words, “crown,” “tether”, and “loft”, plus 30 of our own.


A Riddle

Listen beyond the spoken word
Open your ears, for the silence speaks
Order exists beyond structure
Keep hearing when the speaking stops
Have the skill to pay attention
Ev'rywhere you look there are clues
Recognize what others will miss
Enjoy the challenge of finding
Ask for that which cannot be had
Notice that which might not be seen
Darkness cannot hide in the light
So strike a match, light a candle
Every step taken on paths unknown...
Each new mysterious journey
Taken without knowing the end
Has risks, do you dare to take them?
Enigmas abound in plain sight
Hidden truths there for you to find
If you will simply seek them out
Decipher them, don't be afraid
Do you recognize that there's more?
Enough to keep us all looking?
Never imagine that you're done
Looking.  you've prob'ly missed something
I beg you to keep on seeking...
Now you think this poem is done, but
Even now this is not the end...


Written for dVerse OLN (open link night)