Tanka Prose for Chèvrefeuille – Moonlight – March 3, 2016


When I was a child, I lived in the Philippines with my parents.  One day my father came home with painting for my mother.  It  was a scene of a full moon over the ocean painted on black velvet.

The painting itself was composed of just a few well place strokes of white and brown oil paint giving the impression of a white river flowing from a hovering moon over the ocean, shimmering towards a high abandoned cliff.    I loved to look at the picture imagining the sound of the wind and the adventures that took place in that magical dark world perhaps inhabited by pirates or explorers.

Even now though many years have come and gone, I’m still fascinated by the memory of that painting … and I realize that from time to time I try to recreate it.

a glowing river
flowing on the night-time ocean
in a child’s dreams
silent winds blow up the stream
the smell of salt air abounds

© G.s.k. ‘16

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille and Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu 


Brooding under the Moon – Flash Fiction (100 Words) – August 9, 2015

PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods


Brooding under the tenuous moon, the wicked witch sat reflecting about her current lover, who of course didn’t really appreciate her genius, the wimp. She’d dump him.

Though beautiful, her heart was a black hole. Everything and everyone that came too near, got sucked up, transformed and spit out as an appendence of herself.  She avoided mirrors. Like Dorian Grey’s portrait they showed her the dissipation caused by her wickedness. Strangely, she was woman enough to wonder why no one really loved her.

A cat spied her sitting on a park bench. It saw her aura, so prudently slipped away.

© G.s.k. ‘15

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers and I’m submitting it to Tale Weaver as well, as it speaks of a “wicked witch” of sorts.

Full Moon – July 3, 2015



she awoke
reflecting on the water
the full moon smiled
enchanting her lovers
both  – young and old

© G.s.k. ‘15

Last night

sitting on the stone shoals jutting into Riva’s harbour we watched the full moon rise … along with a group of young people, in silent awe.

each ray of light behind the mountain – illuminating

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written For:

Carpe Diem Extra #21 July-2015

Full Moon – July 2, 2015

playing with the moon_1

smiling on the mountain
her peach blushed face radiant
July full moon

© G.s.k. ‘15

My son visited the yesterday and we walked down to Arco to have a pizza for dinner.  The moon came out from behind the clouds at about 10:00 as we were walking back home through the fields.  Her beautiful blushing round face illuminated the white stones of the path until, once again, the clouds returned covering her face.

timid lady hides
behind a screen this evening
flushing full moon

© G.s.k. ‘15


Carpe Diem Extra #21 July-2015

and here is our host’s contribution inspired by Hawaiian mythology:

dripping wet moon
the Water Bearer spills
water from the bowl

© Chèvrefeuille

Dawn thoughts – (Haiku Morning) July 18, 2014


clouded moonlight
shimmering mystery
bat streaks past


red moon glows
over the sleeping city
early riser

moon watching
over the cranes,
soothing vision

I’m linking this set of full moon haiku to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai dedicated to Shiki but also to the moon.

Here are the wonderful poems that greeted me this morning as I read Chèvrefeuille’s post:

just a peel of light
this New Year’s colored moon –
fireworks at sea

in the pale light
of the full worm month (*)
sheep sleep

lying on the beach
with the one I love –
full moon of summer

behind her veil
she, the full harvest moon (*), hides
her pretty face

fresh fallen snow
reflects the beauty of the moon –
the scent of Christmas

© Chèvrefeuille

(*) go to the Carpe Diem link for the explanations about these particular moons.


Shadorma – April 20, 2014


Lake Garda  (Shadorma)

perfume fills the air
sweet kisses
in the night
beneath the moon and starry sky
in early spring they walk

velvet sky
full moon and bright stars
lover’s walk
along the moat
water laps among the boats
in spring at Riva

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Shadorma Prompt


Kenning Trials – dVerse


The werewolf-moon
shone bright that night
and quickened therefore
her blood
with romantic thoughts
of sexy-rides
with her lover and yet more …
The crystal-light
lit up the night
lit up her soul and more …
there in the land
of moon-tales told
are stories
of love and horror too …
when did the moon
become love-bane
when did we change
our love to fear?
For we’ve always seen
love-moon’s full bliss
as a call
to wolfish-men.
Out came the werewolf-moon
that night
and then the transformation …
for  mild-mannered
loving creature
a ravishing love-machine.
Oh fancy that
myths always spoke
of this strange metamorphosis …
from ancient Greece
to London-wolves
lycanthropy’s been known …
ancient warrior-rites
changed into
in the middle ages
ah, magic-moon
the tales you’ve weaved
mixed up
with love-tales
and still we speak
of the same haunty moon.

For Kennings – dVerse – a first trial to be continued at a later date, I hope.