Tag: Rauhnächte

Before Thunder

Raunacht Collection: Day 10

I was wearing a Panama hat sometimes a tropical hat,
khaki pants, or in the realm of reality they were nylon trousers my mom made.

That didn’t deter the explorer though, turning over large stones to watch all the creepy crawlies.
Krabbeltierchen in German scatter as the unexpected sunlight hits their shadowy world.

The clay of the river plain, cracked skin from the summer heat, noon flowers pastel lilac
somewhat limp amidst the dust. Longing for the thunderstorm brewing on the horizon,
as they hang onto life thirsting.

I feel the heat burning my neck; better watch it! Lest I get another sunburn and gran needs to administer the cooling gel.
I watch the wall of anthracite cotton candy threatening the silent summer day.

Only the crickets have the energy to make noise.
The skylarks rest after this morning’s efforts.
This is the moment before lightning bolts rip through the sky, and pelt the gentle flowers into submission;
before the rain sinks into the thirsty ground bringing life once more.

Thick thunderclouds rolling over the dyke fragile wild flowers are in the foreground
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Winter Doldrums

Raunacht Collection: Day 08

Winter doldrums are days of a permanent grey. The sun remains unseen, and light barely breaks through the dirty curtains.

Hark! Sarnies to the rescue and a cuppa.
Coffee. Black. Strong. Fragrant.
You may have tea.
Small blessings are the strongest anchors of joy.
Each creating a colourful dot on my fairy light string.

Cold drops play a splattering song,
on the wet street and the hood of my coat.
I shuffle along to the 12 bar blues, somewhere water is leaking into my boots,
and the world around me is in brown and grey hues.

Winter doldrums are a never ending grey.
Where the day blends into the night and the nights won’t become day.
So I bring out the candles, light fire, fairy lights, books, chocolate and journals are all my favourite things.

I meander between stories and rhyme, as I wrap my blanket tightly.
Warm beeswax candles shine.

Shush now dear reader, just pause and listen.
Because in the right light even dull dirty grey rain drops with glisten.

A photo taken during a rainy night, I held the lens right at the glass pane from the insight, outside the fairy lights are caught in the rain drops on the glass and create interesting fractions of light on the window pane. It's like looking through a kaleidoscope

Disappearing pathways

Raunacht Collection: Day 4

Paths meander between realities
Today I walk along
Amongst the trees

Woodpecker greeting me with her staccato efforts
Tomorrow you are not there
You that path branching off at this tree


Tomorrow I will pass the tree and you won’t be waiting
Just to re-appear another time


And so I walk in between the here and now
Along the tree lined ribbon
Guided by the drum of a beak

Ink and watercolour sketch of a yellow path lined by trees and grasses, the draft of the above poem is written on the yellow path. The format is horizontal and the bottom right corner which is free has a rough sketch of Babd one of the iterations of the Morrigan

Rauhnächte

Rauhnächte
Light a candle
Light a fire
Ward your home
Ward your spirit
The veil is thin
The worlds collide
Tis time to gather
Need for light