Category Archives: Poetry

Magnolia Bittersweet


How fleetingly fragile, Magnolia’s blooms,
lemony sweet ivory, bursting at dawn,
much too soon fading from the sun’s scorching glare,
crimson fruit clinging, summering into fall.
It’s an ancient blueprint tested over time,
season to season, wintering evergreen,
deep rooted resilience in every way,
but for tender blossoms lasting only days.

kat ~ 4 June 2016


Faerie Voices on the Wind – A Cascade Poem

A Cascade Poem for Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge, “Silent Cascade” prompted by the painting here and incorporating the following words: cascade, tresses, eagle, abandon, rippling. To learn more about the Cascade Poetry Form visit Shadow Poetry’s blogsite.

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Silence, Waterfall and Forest by Arthur Bowen Davies

In the forest dark and deep
near an ancient rowan tree
she leans in so she can hear
faerie voices on the wind.

Faerie King has led her here
where the wood nymphs come to swim
twinkling on the rippling pools
in the forest dark and deep.

Overwhelming is the sound
of the cascade’s rushing din,
woodnote chatter, eagle shrieks,
near the ancient rowan tree.

Long shadowed ebon tresses
cloak the night as dew descends
muting sleepy earthen sounds
she leans in so she can hear.

Persevering to the end
with abandon, she prevails,
ever soft the twinkling bells
faerie voices on the wind.

kat ~ 3 June 2016


Olykoek – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

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Today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day comes to us from the Dutch. It is “olykoek” which translated means, “oily cake” or “oil cookie”. Here in the US we would simply call one of these fried confections a donut. I would imagine this is today’s word because today is, in fact, National Donut Day here is the US.

According to Dictionary.com olykoek is an Americanism with roots in New York Dutch. It is formed on the basis of the Dutch oliekoek meaning “oilseed cake,” equivalent to olie, “oil” plus koek, “cake.”

Wikipedia offers additional insight into this word. Olykoek has gone through several evolutions trading popularity with a similar term oliebol or olybollen, translated “oily ball(s)”, depending on which dictionary one consulted at a particular point in history. In fact, “the 1868 edition of the Van Dale dictionary included the word obiebol, while its rival Woordenboek der Nederlansche taal didn’t include it until 1896, stating that the “oliekoek” is a more commonly used term.” And yet another shift occurred in the early twentieth century when oliebol once again became the popular term.

At any rate, olykoeks have been featured in fine art and literature, most notably, Washington Irving’s The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. It seems Ichabod was more enraptured with the sight of sweet Dutch pastries than he was of beautiful voluptuous maidens encountered in Van Tassel’s parlor! Here’s an excerpt:
“Fain would I pause to dwell upon the world of charms that burst upon the enraptured gaze of my hero, as he entered the state parlor of Van Tassel’s mansion. Not those of the bevy of buxom lasses with their luxurious display of red and white, but the ample charms of a genuine Dutch country tea-table in the sumptuous time of autumn. Such heaped up platters of cakes of various and almost indescribable kinds, known only to experienced Dutch housewives! There was the doughty doughnut, the tender oly koek, and the crisp and crumbling cruller, sweet cakes and short cakes, ginger cakes and honey cakes and the whole family of cakes.”  Such lovely words!!!

There is also a wonderful legend surrounding this origin of this word. From Wikipedia:
“They (oliebollen) are said to have been first eaten by Germanic tribes in the Netherlands during the Yule, the period between December 26 and January 6 where such baked goods were used. The Germanic goddess Perchta, together with evil spirits, would fly through the mid-winter sky. To appease these spirits, food was offered, much of which contained deep-fried dough. It was said Perchta would try to cut open the bellies of all she came across, but because of the fat in the oliebollen, her sword would slide off the body of whoever ate them.”

Quite an interesting word. As for me, I will likely stick to the familiar term for this pastry, the “donut” or as we say here in Virginia, another word synonymous with the olykoek…the irresistible “Crispy Kreme”!

Here are a few Haiku on the Olykoek:

The Olykoek Haiku

Dutch oily balls and cakes
Oliebollen…olykoeks
aka…donuts!

Lovely olykoeks
deep-fried dough doused in sugar
not just a donut!

When Yuletide is nigh
stuff yourselves with olykoeks
to outwit Perchta.

kat – 3 June 2016


Remembering – a Haiku

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Warm breath on my neck
soft whispers in the darkness
my heart remembers.

kat ~ 1 June 2016

For Haiku Horizon’s Challenge, Prompt Word: Remember.


Life Lessons from a House Cat – Haiku

I never tire of this view. It is my 13 year old kitty Casey as she watches and waits for a random bird or squirrel sighting in the form of shadows dancing on the drapes in my room at sunrise. She will do this for hours. The fact that she can never catch the objects of her desire matters not. It is the thrill of the hunt that calls her back again and again.

And I realize that too often I get so focused on the prize, or the goal or deadline, that I forget to enjoy the process. The older I get the more I realize that the greatest reward and importantly, the best memories are found along the way, not at the finish line.

Wherever you find yourself on your particular path this first day of June, pause to forget your destination, just for a moment…long enough to take in the view. And be blessed! ❤️


Life Lessons from a House Cat – Haiku

patiently she waits
to glimpse prey through frosted glass
life of a house cat

~kat 1 June 2016