Wednesday, 15 May 2013
Good day to all! (It's actually nearly 1 am here, but oh well.) I was doodling a lot yesterday, trying to get the perfect drawing (still haven't found it!) and finally felt comfortable enough to use my watercolours. This is an otter! And it represents me! Isn't that just adorable? Unless you hate otters, in which case.. Sorry? I'm not really an otter, if that helps? (Do you like tigers?)
Uh, but Kerridwen!! I hear you exclaim. Your blog is called The Tiger's Sterne! Explain please?
Yes, yes I shall. You see, I have quite an unusual name. This name has a rather long meaning behind it, it's all Welsh legends and stories - often with the name being spelt 'Ceridwen'. Well, in pretty much all version of the stories, Ceridwen gets a bit annoyed with someone and chases him, at one point turning herself into an otter. Voila.
Here's the wiki entry on Ceridwen if you want a better explanation.
Monday, 13 May 2013
Tuesday, 7 May 2013
So it's already a week since I wrote my last NaPoWriMo poem, and I'm already relapsing back into, well.. nothing! I will try working on my poems but I do need a bit of time to read them with a fresh mind. I do not, however, want to let this blog become silent again! So tonight I have a poem for you. Not a poetry challenge one, just a regular poem.
Poetry For The Homesick
Love Song of a City I Hate
Ireland was a welcome breath
After months of stifled air all around.
The river was my water and the
Irish sun stretched my roots.
The dark side to this growth
Was a previously unknown side effect.
Not advertised on the mountains.
After three days of life
The return was unavoidable.
Then the problems start - allergies.
A side effect of Wicklow,
the river Liffey and Irish air.
I was allergic to you.
My love, my life.
We've had our problems, I've
Loved and hated you,
But I can't see me living without
And now, now I cannot stand this
This staleness, this asphyxiation.
You never let me grow, you
Never let me live freely.
With you here I am chained to the past.
You bring up past mistakes and
Never let me move forward.
I thought we were happy together
I thought you'd help me become
A better version of myself.
But now it all feels like lies.
You bombard me with gifts
Dinners and love songs.
Until you tear me apart over
Last year's fight.
I don't want to leave you -
I've loved you so long.
But I need my space and
I need a future.
You play me sweet sounds by the river
Melodies of my past melancholies.
Even your music is in the past.
I want to follow the river and see
New things, feel new emotions
But you keep dragging me back
Please, can we put the past behind
And keep it behind?
I miss your sunny laughter and
Now you're all noise and dust
It can all be alright
I still hope and believe.
But you must let me breathe.
Lead me to your mountains
So I can fall in love again.
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
My attempt at an ethere.. Sleep eludes me mostly because I don't go to bed at regular times.. oops..
More, these days.
My dreams last longer
When the morning arrives, fast.
Suddenly I am comfortable and cosy,
Now I really could sleep for hours!
Alas! My alarm clock simply does not agree.
I moan and sigh and toss and turn, groggily.
"I should go to bed earlier!" I promise and fail.
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Attempt at a triolet, a form which I find difficult but want to be better at. Prompt here.
The mountains stretch across the land
The river's mouth amongst the clouds
I wish that I could understand
The mountains. Stretch across the land,
Blue mountains upon where you stand,
Safe from the problems and the crowds.
The mountains stretch. Across the land,
The river's mouth, amongst the clouds.
Used this prompt again. I love languages, so this prompt appeals to me!
I cannot travel
This road alone.
Regarde le ciel.
Grey like the eyes
Of your long-lost friend.
Vieni con me
To the land of secrets
Behind the sléibhte.
There, I know,
Hides your truth.
Perhaps even the door of
For this poem I used the 'erasure' prompt from NaPo. Can you guess which poem I used?
Breeding lilacs, mixing
Memory with spring rain.
Covering life with
A shower of sunlight
Children out on a sled, frightened
In the mountains.
You cannot say where the sun beats the dry stone.
There is something different from
Your shadow at morning
Or at evening, rising in a handful of dust.
Speak, and knew nothing.
Cold pearls I do not find
Under the fog
In your garden.
Poem used: 'The Wasteland' by T.S. Eliot.
A silly poem inspired by Absolute Radio's task of the night: Replace a word of a song with 'pillow'. I did it with a poem..
I Wandered Lonely As A Pillow
I wandered lonely as a pillow
That floats upon the bouncy sheets,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of soft and squishy cushions.
Beside the bed, against the wall
A pile of them, a pile so tall.
I wandered lonely as a pillow
Amongst a crowd and pile of cushions.
Attempt at a prose poem. Ireland, again..
Blue mountains spread in the distance,
a place where the keys are hiding. Silently
I watch them. They stretch under the sun and
under rolling clouds, puffed with pride. There
I feel your presence would be felt, and I wish
I could travel the earthy paths too, smelling the
Fresh grassy air and touching skies. I'd pick a
wildflower and examine it in my palm.
I'd let the wind tangle my hair. I couldn't go, though,
and it remains a mystery to me, much information
waiting to be uncovered. I couldn't fix it, yet.
Monday, 29 April 2013
Éire, we're here, breathing
Cobalt breeze. The mountains
Stretch under the sun.
Sléibhte Chill Mhantáin.
Sun in our eyes as we
Drive to our temporary homes.
The streets are quiet -
Sound of wind.
Wicklow peeking behind rows
Of tidy silent houses.