Day Four. Final Day Of This Special January/February Ekphrastic Challenge Jan 7th to February 4th. Many thankyous to the following folk for their creativity commitment, and energy: writers Merril D Smith, Jim The Poet, Leela Soma, Holly York, Ailsa Crawley, Michael Dickel, Joy Fleming, Leela Soma, Hilary Otto, Godefroy Dronsart, Alan Gary Smith, Redcat, and myself, artworkers: Chris O’Connor, Marcel Herms and Kerfe Roig and Michael Dickel. Thursday.

February 4th


-Christine O’Connor

winter forest KRFeb4

-Kerfe Roig “Winter Forest”

Mistress of Watery Midnight

As night settles, her dark vigil begin
Guiding shadows every night
Watching over all hunted by demons within
Calling lost souls to the light

As countless as the stars her kin
Find at her side, respite from the daily fight
All those made to feel uncomfortable in their skin
Feel recharged by her watchful caring sight

When teary sorrow and stormy fears set in
Her birds catch nightmares in their flight
As she new rainbow dreams spin
Mistress of watery midnight


Responding to CO4

Like Birds

She chants the words–
like tiny birds they fly
from her lips, the magic drips,
and she slips fever-nipped
to the riverside.

Is the reflection hers, or some other–
who might have been spirit or grandmother?
Is it past or future, what was, or what will be?
In the water, what does she see?
Stars and moon, earth and loon,
sky, earth, all upside-down,
she can’t decide

as she gazes there, unaware of time–
it seems like ages–
but only a moment has passed—
and when it’s over, she’s still not clear
what she has seen in the bits and flashes—
they collide,

the feathered-darkness and eagle-sight—
the stark gloom and the brightest light,
both appeared, both are here—
under Orion’s Belt,
they glide,

and she knelt
while the moon was rising,
now midnight blue shifts and drifts
to eastern pink, and as the wind sighs
she watches doves soar, with coo and cry,
to vanish—somewhere far, up in the sky.

-Merril D Smith

Undercover (CO4Feb)

If you interrogate the cormorant
he will tell you how he hangs himself
out to dry on the shale outcrop by day,
wings open in submission. He will explain
how he roosts on the cliffs, one eye open
to see the smugglers come in hoods,
candles in hand, dragging their bound loot
to the pickup spot. The lookout lowers
his hat, checks for trouble, ignores
the birds sleeping like headless corpses
on the rocks. This beak has more to tell;
but it will cost you. Moonshine flashes
on the water, a cold torch to mark the time.
A boat slips into the cove. A breath, release
the bird, and wade to catch the turning tide.

-Hilary Otto

KRFeb4 Winter Forest

Winter graffiti

Branches scrawled in black
tag the white landscape,
write their story in
a weak winter sun.
Birch trunks like mirrored
legs reflect a few
leftover maple leaves
underfoot, or is it
instead a splash of bright
blood? Shadows of scratches.
Bird tracks slash the path.

-Holly York

Bios And Links

-Kerfe Roig

A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new.  Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs,  (which she does with her friend Nina), and, and see more of her work on her website

-Christine O’Connor

is an artist working in glass, metal, fibre and paint. Sometimes her work is based on photographs, but more often, she creates in the moment. She loves to play with texture and colour.

-Marcel Herms

is a Dutch visual artist. He is also one of the two men behind the publishing house Petrichor. Freedom is very important in the visual work of Marcel Herms. In his paintings he can express who he really is in complete freedom. Without the social barriers of everyday life.
There is a strong relationship with music. Like music, Herms’ art is about autonomy, freedom, passion, color and rhythm. You can hear the rhythm of the colors, the rhythm of the brushstrokes, the raging cry of the pencil, the subtle melody of a collage. The figures in his paintings rotate around you in shock, they are heavily abstracted, making it unclear what they are doing. Sometimes they look like people, monsters, children or animals, or something in between. Sometimes they disappear to be replaced immediately or to take on a different guise. The paintings invite the viewer to join this journey. Free-spirited.

He collaborates with many different authors, poets, visual artists and audio artists from around the world and his work is published by many different publishers.


RedCat’s love for music and dance sings clearly in The Poet’s Symphony (Raw Earth Ink, 2020). Passion for rhythms and rhymes, syllabic feets and metres. All born out of childhood and adolescence spent reading, singing, dancing and acting.

Her writing spans love, life, mythology, environment, depression and surviving trauma.

Originally from the deep woods, this fiery redhead now makes home in Stockholm, Sweden, where you might normally run into her dancing the night away in one of the city’s techno clubs.


-Merril D Smith

is a historian and poet. She lives in southern New Jersey, where she is inspired by her walks along the Delaware River. She’s the author of several books on history, gender, and sexuality. Her poetry has been published in journals and anthologies, including Black Bough Poetry, Nightingale and Sparrow, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Fevers of the Mind.

-Godefroy Dronsart

is a writer, teacher, and musician currently residing near Paris. His poetry has appeared in Lunar Poetry, PostBLANK, Paris Lit Up, The Belleville Park Pages, and Twin Pies Literary among others. His first chapbook, “The Manual” (Sweat Drenched Press, 2020), explores the space between poetry, prose, and gamebooks. He has a sweet tooth for all things experimental, modernist, and strange. Follow him on Twitter and his Bandcamp for electronic explorations.

-Joy Fleming

Born in County Down, Joy has studied, mothered and worked in Scotland since 1980. Brief excursions to follow her heart, back to NI mid-1990’s and England for first round Covid-lockdown ’19, Joy is currently back living in Glasgow. Joy’s first poem was accepted as part of the C. S. Lewis themed Poetry Jukebox curation A Deeper Country in Belfast in 2019. This poem, Ricochet was published in The Poets’ Republic Issue 8 Autumn 2020. A love of reading poetry is now accompanied by sporadic writing of poetic lines which spill out as an apparent by-product of processing dark and sorrowful days.   

-Holly York

lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her two large, frightening lapdogs. A PhD in French language and literature, she has retired from teaching French to university students, as well as from fierce competition in martial arts and distance running. She has produced the chapbooks Backwards Through the Rekroy Wen, Scapes, and Postcard Poetry 2020. When she isn’t hard at work writing poems in English, she might be found reading them in French to her long-suffering grandchildren, who don’t yet speak French.

-Alan Gary Smith

A Lincolnshire Ludensian living in Grimsby who built up his poetic stance after visiting Doncaster and Mexborough during his real ale and comedic music searches. Surprised to find a recent DNA check leaned heavily towards being a strong mix of Scottish, East Yorkshire and Lincolnshire. A sixty year old baldy who loves Julie, astronomy and chocolate; after giving up on football and telly.

-Hilary Otto

is an English poet based in Barcelona. Her work has featured in Popshot, Black Bough Poetry, AIOTB, Ink, Sweat and Tears, and The Blue Nib, among other publications. She received her first Pushcart Prize Nomination and performed at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival. She tweets at @hilaryotto

-Jim young

 is an old poet living in Mumbles on The Gower. He does most of his writing from his beach hut at Rotherslade – still waiting for the blue plaque

Anjum Wasim Dar was born in Srinagar (Indian Occupied )Kashmir, She is a migrant Pakistani.Educated at
St Anne’s Presentation Convent Rawalpindi she has a Masters degree  in English Literature and  History (
Ancient Indo-Pak  Elective) CPE Cert.of Proficiency in English from Cambridge
UK. , a Diploma in TEFL from AIOU Open Uni. Islamabad Pakistan. She has been writing poems,

 articles and stories since 1980.A published  poet Anjum was awarded  Poet of Merit Bronze Medal in  2000 by ISP International Society of Poets and USA .

She has worked as Creative Writer at Channel 7 Adv. Company Islamabad, and as a Teacher Educator for  Fauji Foundation Education Network Inservice Teachers  

Educational Consultant by Profession. 

Author of 3 Adventure Novels (Series) Fiction..

3 thoughts on “Day Four. Final Day Of This Special January/February Ekphrastic Challenge Jan 7th to February 4th. Many thankyous to the following folk for their creativity commitment, and energy: writers Merril D Smith, Jim The Poet, Leela Soma, Holly York, Ailsa Crawley, Michael Dickel, Joy Fleming, Leela Soma, Hilary Otto, Godefroy Dronsart, Alan Gary Smith, Redcat, and myself, artworkers: Chris O’Connor, Marcel Herms and Kerfe Roig and Michael Dickel. Thursday.

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