Roberta Writes – A trio of review for Resonant Blue, The Cielonaut, and Vengeance of a Slave

I am behind with writing and posting book reviews, so I am posting three together today. All are excellent in their different ways. I have two more poetry book reviews to go and then I’m caught up for this month.

The Cielonaut: Lost in a poetry of stars (Picture poetry) by Frank Prem

Picture caption: Cover of The Cielonaut by Frank Prem

This is an extraordinary collection of poetry. I have read many of this poet’s collections and they are all thoughtful and unusual, but this one had a powerful effect of me as a reader. It contemplates the intense and unsolvable loneliness of life alone in a spaceship lost among the unimaginable beauty and grandeur of the stars and galaxies. It entwines the awe and amazement of the voyage with the despair and isolation of the sole survivor’s situation in a profound and emotion filled way.

The poems are accompanied by gorgeous images taken from the NASA Image and Video Library. The combination is an incredibly visual poetic adventure.

The poet engages all of the senses in this collection to pull the reader into the survivor’s world. This extract from ‘the sound’ demonstrates the engagement of the sense of hearing:
“silence
is not an absence
of sound

silence is noise

a static
pushing through the background
nothing”

‘knight move’ engages, inter alia, the sense of sight:
“a pattern of squares
in three dimensions
on a wall
indicates
a knight move”

The sense of smell in the survivor’s travelling coffin as highlighted in ‘a song: an epilogue’:
“why breathe
the acrid sharpness
of unfiltered air”

There is no gravity in space as demonstrated in this extract from ‘gravity’:
“no light
but starlight
no weight
at all”

I highly recommend this fascinating poetic journey through time and space.

Amazon US purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/Cielonaut-poetry-stars-Picture-Poetry-ebook/dp/B0D9NBS4TD

You can find Frank Prem on his blog here: https://frankprem.wordpress.com/2026/01/27/feeling-the-new-feeling-the-old/

Vengeance of a Slave (A Family Through The Ages Book 1) by V.M. Sang

Picture caption: Cover of Vengeance of a Slave featuring two crossed swords against a fiery background

My review

As a young boy, Adelbehrt, later renamed Ailbert, and his even younger sister, Avelina, later renamed Awena, are forced to watch their father crucified by the Roman soldiers. Adelbehrt knows his father was not a party to the uprising for which his village, and his father, were being punished. As a further punishment, Adelbehrt and Avelina, both very blonde and attractive children, are taken from their mother and forced into slavery. While waiting to be sold, Adelbehrt is witness to the sexual exploitation of several young girls taken from his village. His young heart hardens against the Romans and he nurtures a deep grudge against them. He and his sister are sold to a Roman trader living in Londinium. The Roman is not unkind to them but he treats them like an acquisition. Avelina is given to his young daughter as her personal slave and Adelbehrt is given to his wife, a Briton who has betrayed her own people and converted to Roman citizenship, and who treats him like a pet puppy.

This is a fascinating coming-of-age story which follows the stories of both Avelina and Adelbehrt and how they transition from their loving home to a life of slavery albeit living in luxurious circumstances, and then to escaped slaves on the run. In many ways, Adelbehrt’s hatred of the Roman’s is justified and his views are not softened until late in the story when he discovers that no nation of people is all bad, there are always good and bad people, those who treat others with compassion and those who succumb to propaganda and beliefs of superiority to other cultures. It was interesting to watch Adelbehrt’s journey alongside his sister’s and to see how motherhood softens women much quicker than any other situation or circumstance.

This story has an interesting ending which reminded me a bit of the original ending of Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations where everything doesn’t turn out perfectly with a young couple in love riding off into the sunset. The ending was satisfactory and realistic.

I have some knowledge of the Roman Empire and have visited Bath and other historical Roman places in the United Kingdom. I’ve read and seen enough to know this book is well researched and a good reflection of life for Romans, slaves, and Britons during this period of history.

I enjoyed this story a great deal and recommend it to people who enjoy character driven stories in a fascinating historical setting.

Amazon US purchase link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07YMTHL69

You can find V.M. Sang on her blog here: https://aspholessaria.co.uk/2026/01/27/surviving-the-horror-the-woods-familys-final-stand/

Resonant Blue and other stories by Mary Vensel White

My review of this book was posted on Rosie Amber’s blog:

Today’s team review is from Robbie.

Orange rose and Rosie's Book Review Team
Rosie’s Book Review Team

Robbie blogs here https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/

 Robbie has been reading Resonant Blue and Other Stories by Mary Vensel White.

Every now and then, I like to read a collection of well crafted short stories and this book fitted the bill. Each story is beautifully written about a thought provoking topic that will make you think.

Below is a short overview of my favourite stories in the collection.

1. Griffin: This short story starts off fairly innocuously, with an older couple anticipating a visit from their married daughter who they haven’t seen for a year. As the couple converse, a sense of anxiety develops and the reader gets the sense that the couple’s relationship with their daughter is a little tense. The husband, Alan, is trying a bit to hard to make everything perfect for the visit and it feels a little desperate.

Their daughter arrives and as the story unfolds the reason for the earlier tension is slowly revealed culminating in a rather startling event. This was an interesting tale about family relationships and secrets and just how much a wife is prepared to tolerate from her spouse.

Continue reading here: https://rosieamber.wordpress.com/2026/01/14/%f0%9f%93%9awell-crafted-short-stories-robbies-bookreview-of-resonant-blue-and-other-stories-by-mary-vensel-white-mvw888-for-rosies-bookreview-team-rbrt-booktwitter-bookx/

Roberta Writes – Reblog: “The Soldier and the Radium Girl Part 1: The Bloom of Youth, Chapter 1: Enlist in haste, repent at leisure (cont. 14 and 15)” by Roberta Eaton Cheadle

My apologies, work has been crazy for the past two weeks so I got a bit behind with posting these episodes. I am posting two today, episodes 14 and 15.

Jake Tanner

Letter from Private Jake Tanner to his fiancée, Kate Henderson 30 November 1917

My dearest Kate

I often wonder how you are and how your job at the factory is going. I can’t believe you’ve been working there for nearly three months already.

Yesterday was Thanksgiving, and the army celebrated in style. We were given the day off as a holiday and had an excellent dinner of turkey, cranberry sauce, asparagus, corn, sweet potato, apple pie, cake, and coffee.  It was nice of the government to make sure we had such a good meal.

The weather has turned cold, and it snowed a little yesterday and last night. Our winter uniforms have still not arrived, and our current ones are quickly wearing out. My boots are also in a bad state because they are constantly wet, and it is impossible to dry, clean, or oil them.

Continue reading here: https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2026/01/16/the-soldier-and-the-radium-girl-part-1-the-bloom-of-youth-chapter-1-enlist-in-haste-repent-at-leisure-cont-14-by-roberta-eaton-cheadle/

Jake Tanner

23 December 1917

Most of the men embraced training in gas discipline with enthusiasm.

“It’s a step closer to the front,” said Robson.

“What are you in such a rush to get to the front for?” asked Big Mouth. Jake noted a reduction in Big Mouth’s enthusiasm for the front since Mike died. The death of one of their own lay heavily on all the men’s hearts.

Jake examined the scary-looking gas mask he’d been issued.

“You must wear your helmet and carry your mask with you at all times,” ordered Sarge.

“Again,” ordered Capitaine Moreau. “You must learn to put your gas mask on in six seconds.”

Gas mask on, gas mask off. The practice went on and on for hours. When the men finally mastered putting on their own masks to Capitaine Moreau’s satisfaction, they practiced putting masks on horses.

Continue reading here: https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2026/01/23/the-soldier-and-the-radium-girl-part-1-the-bloom-of-youth-chapter-1-enlist-in-haste-repent-at-leisure-cont-15-by-roberta-eaton-cheadle/

Roberta Writes – Reblog: Treasuring Poetry – Meet talented poet Paul Cannon

Today, I am delighted to introduce talented poet, Paul Cannon, as my first Treasuring Poetry guest of 2026.

Thanks for hosting, Kaye Lynne Booth.

A riverbed with lillypads, water, and grasses.
Text: Treasuring Poetry with Robbie Cheadle and KAye Lynne Booth

Hi everyone, welcome back to Treasuring Poetry 2026. My first guest of the year is talented poet, Paul Cannon, who I met through the d’Verse Poets Pub. You can find the latest d’Verse challenge here: https://dversepoets.com/2026/01/15/its-open-link-night-and-our-live-session-is-just-around-the-corner/. d’Verse hosts three challenges a week and they are all very interesting.

Tell us a bit about Paul Cannon. How and why did you start writing poetry?

My earliest memory of my interest in poetry is my parents encouraging me to listen to them reading poetry to me from the Children’s Book Of Verse. I remember in later primary school having to memorise poems like Coleridge’s ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’ and Southey’s ‘The Inchcape Rock’ along with Patterson’s ‘The Man From Snowy River.’ Poetry captured my imagination.

Later, in high school, we were introduced to many poets and forms from around the world. We were also tasked with writing poetry which I enjoyed. One poet who I continue to read from that time is Robert Frost, I love the way he draws me into observing human behaviour and feelings, and how he observes nature.

After high school I continued to write. The incentive was, naturally, love interests. My girlfriends were always polite about my writing, not least Lyn my wife to be. From the time I married in 83 to the mid nineties I was hit and miss with writing, what brought me back in earnest was my journey into becoming an Anglican priest and the pathway of training to be a spiritual director or companion for those needing a sounding board for personal discernment. This journey opened me up to the poetry of Mary Oliver, R.S. Thomas, Denise Levertov, Blake, Milton, Edwina Gateley, Noel Davis, Rumi, Hafez, Layli and many more. These poets inspired me and I became intentional about my writing at this point.

I didn’t go online with my poems until 2017. I was writing prose on Face Book and switched to WordPress in 2013 and it was through the WordPress community that I was encouraged to take the plunge into poetry after posting some tentative pieces.

Continue reading here: https://writingtoberead.com/2026/01/21/treasuring-poetry-meet-talented-poet-paul-cannon/

Roberta Writes – d’Verse, Esther Chilton, Bird of the Week, Sunday Stills & CFFC

d’Verse

d’Verse’s challenge is to write a poem inspired by the painting below entitled “Mme Kupka among Verticals”. It was painted in 1910-11 by Frantisek Kupka. You can join in here: https://dversepoets.com/2026/01/15/its-open-link-night-and-our-live-session-is-just-around-the-corner/. You can also find out details for today’s live meeting of d’Verse poets.

Coincidentally, Esther’s weekly writing challenge word is red and that fitted in with my poem. You can join in here: https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/01/14/writing-prompts-99/

All the Colours of Red (imagist poem)

lying comfortably

on soft summer grass

sun shining through

closed eyelids

I see a crimson ocean

seaweed strands waving

in tendrils of carmine

streaked with Venetian red

jelly fish

large and small

pulse up and down

and across

blobs of vibrant colour

in coral, vermillion,

and scarlet

warmth suddenly fades

landscape shifts

to darker burgundy,

maroon, and chestnut

and then

brightness returns

European Roller

announces its presence

with a raucous cry

rocking and rolling

through the summer sky

flashing its brilliant blue

and midnight black

flight feathers

Come autumn

its does an about turn

jiving back to Europe

Picture caption: European Roller taken at Isimangaliso Wetlands by Robbie Cheadle.

This poem is another Imagist poem for Bird of the Week and the photograph is for Terri’s Sunday Stills.

You can join in Bird of the Week here: https://anotherglobaleater.wordpress.com/2026/01/06/sri-lanka-frogmouth-birds-of-the-week-invitation-cl

You can join Sunday Stills here: https://secondwindleisure.com/2026/01/11/sunday-stills-monthly-color-challenge-putting-the-aqua-in-marine-and-the-ice-in-blue/

CFFC: Old & New

You can join in CFFC here: https://nofacilities.com/2026/01/12/old-or-new-or-both-cffc-jusjojan/

Picture caption: Old and new: Mother warthog with small babies. Photograph by Robbie Cheadle.

Roberta Writes – Reblog: Review of Gratitude & No Fairy Tale: Just Her Poetry Book Three by D.L. Finn

Picture caption: Cover of Gratitude & No Fairy Tale: Just Her Poetry Book Three by D.L. Finn

What Amazon says

Explore D. L. Finn’s poetic journey, from her newest to earliest works. Part One immerses you in a combination of her photography and symbolic poems. Peaceful winter days, forests, and sunsets illuminate her search for the magic of life. Part Two retraces her journey from her first poems. Her life is revealed through free verse poems and photographs that were featured in her memoir, No Fairy Tale. She discovers gratitude on her path to happiness. Join her as she explores her reality through emotions and nature in this special collection.

Continue reading here: https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/01/14/review-of-gratitude-no-fairy-tale-just-her-poetry-book-three-by-d-l-finn-by-robbie-cheadle/

Roberta Writes – Reblog: “The Soldier and the Radium Girl Part 1: The Bloom of Youth, Chapter 1: Enlist in haste, repent at leisure (cont. 13)” by Roberta Eaton Cheadle

Jake Tanner

21 November 1917

Once again, Jake’s platoon spent the day digging. Boredom, the physical effort, and the weather colluded, and the men were edgy and bad-tempered.

“The Tommies broke through the Hinderberg line at Cambrai yesterday,” said Big Mouth.

“I heard the Tommies used tanks for the assault. I’d love to see a tank,” said Joe, his eyes alight with enthusiasm.

“Yeah, I also read they used tanks.” Big Mouth stopped work and leaned on his spade. “The USA 11th, 12th, and 14th Engineer Regiments supported the British troops by doing railway construction work behind the trenches. Lucky bastards.”

Continue reading here: https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2026/01/09/the-soldier-and-the-radium-girl-part-1-the-bloom-of-youth-chapter-1-enlist-in-haste-repent-at-leisure-cont-13-by-roberta-eaton-cheadle/

Roberta Writes – Guest Post: The Ones Who Stayed With Me WordCrafter Book Blog Tour

As with every stop along the way of the tour, you get a chance at a free digital copy of The Ones Who Stayed With Me just be leaving a comment. So, please don’t leave without saying ‘hello’.

Giveaway

Leave a comment for a chance to win a free digital copy of The Ones Who Stayed With Me By Nurse Sammy One entry per stop.

Winners are chosen in a random drawing.

Sponsored by WordCrafter Press.

About Nurse Sammy

Nurse Sammy has spent her life walking the quiet edges of human suffering and human grace. Long before she ever wore scrubs, she learned how to read a room by the way someone breathed and how to steady a shaking hand. How to listen to the stories people only tell when they think it might be their last night to say them. Nursing wasn’t a career she chose; it was the language her heart was already speaking.

She has worked in places where life is beginning, and in places where life is ending; in rooms lit by hope, and in rooms where grief hangs heavy in the doorway. Rehab centers, memory care halls, pediatric units, assisted living, private homes, wherever someone needed gentleness, she went. She became the one who held vigil, the one who noticed the quiet details, the one who stayed.

Her personal life has carried its own ache, abuse survived, love lost, a marriage that bruised the soul, another built from healing, and a grief that still hums beneath her ribs. She writes from the tender, broken places, from the nights she rebuilt herself alone, from the mornings she rose anyway. Her words are shaped by both the wounds and the resilience that followed.

The Ones Who Stayed With Me is her first published work, a collection of truths disguised as stories, honoring the people who left fingerprints on her life in ways they never saw. Her writing is soft but unflinching, honest but merciful, threaded with the belief that even in darkness, someone is always holding a light.

Nurse Sammy lives in the Pacific Northwest, where she continues to care, to witness, to learn, and to turn the hardest parts of her journey into something that might help someone else breathe a little easier.

Picture caption: Nurse Sammy

Chapter Excerpt Reading of “Is It B.M. or Chocolate Pudding?”, by Nurse Sammy

About The Ones Who Stayed With Me

Picture caption: Cover of The Ones Who Stayed With Me by Nurse Sammy

Chronicles of the journey into the medical field as a young nurse and beyond, told with raw sensitivity and compassion. The Ones Who Stayed with Me offers small glimpses into the world of an L.P.N. put in difficult, often touching or humorous, situations—and Nurse Sammy’s courage, vulnerability, and insight are a gift to us all. In these pages, Nurse Sammy tells her story and that of those she met along the way.

Purchase Link: https://books2read.com/OnesWhoStayed

Wrap up

That’s all for today’s stop. I do hope you enjoyed our interview and have a better idea of the amazing young woman who shares her story with raw honesty in The Ones Who Stayed With Me. Join us tomorrow, over at Undawnted, which you’ll be able to find through the link, which will be there once it posts. You can’t comment there, but if you want to get into the giveaway for that stop, Kaye Lynne Booth will reblog it on “Writing to be Read”, and you can leave your comments on that post here.

Tour Schedule

Mon. 12 – Poetry by Mich, Hotel by Masticadores & Masticadores Phillipines

Tues. 13 – Roberta Writes

Wed. 14 – Undawnted

Thurs. 15 – Book Places

Fri. 16 – Writing to be Read

Book your WordCrafter Book Blog Tour today!

Roberta Writes – d’Verse: Borrowing Bishop and CFFC

d’Verse

Dora’s prompt is as follows: “For your first poetics challenge of the year, I’d like you to dip your word-brush into Bishop’s poetic inkpot, as it were, consciously incorporating accuracy (detail), spontaneity (immediacy), and mystery (revelation) to write your own original poem.

I chose to model my poem on The Moose which you can read here: https://poets.org/poem/moose

You can read other poet’s poems here: https://dversepoets.com/2026/01/06/poetics-borrowing-bishop/

CFFC

Dan’s photograph prompt this week is full or empty. I’ve woven these photographs into the poem. You can join in CFFC here: https://nofacilities.com/2026/01/05/full-or-empty-or-both-cffc-jusjojan/

The Leopard

In the brackish and lush wetlands

where the warm and salty Indian Ocean

meets the fresh water uMfolozi River

a meandering estuary characterised by

significant sediment and sand deposition

resulting in extensive sand dunes

and marine deposits from ancient sea retreats

Picture caption: Sand dunes at St Lucia. Photograph by Robbie Cheadle. Empty!

***

Here, the foaming waves ride roughshod

over the vast expanses of golden sand

interspersed with black streaks of titanium

the beach wears a dark almost metallic sheen

basking brightly in the rays of the morning sun

heavy clouds fat with rain scud across the sky

***

Cloying fragrance of sweet acacia trees

adorned with yellow pom-pom flowers

hiding lethally long and sharp thorns

dance on the soft wind, vying for attention

with the bright yellow Portia Tree flowers

sheltering under their perforated leaves

***

Shallow, murky lakes occupied by pods

of lazily lounging hippos, heads resting on backs

reminiscent of humans relaxing after a picnic

slight change of water currents disturbs

thick layer of sunken feces and sediment

suddenly, the water boils – is it tea time?

***

On faded tarmac slick with drizzling rain

past trees and bushes home to much

including the fiercely protective tailor ants

who stitch together living leaves to create

a complex nest; larvae silk doubles as strong thread

their large, red bodies vibrating with rage

Picture caption: tailor ants protecting their home. You can see the silk threads around the edges of the ‘stitched’ leaves
My Youtube video of the tailor ants shaking with rage

***

The nature enthusiasts ooh and aah

stretches of shimmering water filled

with pale lilac waterblommetjies

their golden centres raised sunwards

surrounded by vibrant green pads

that serve as stepping stones for birds

Picture caption: wetlands packed with waterlilies (waterblommetjies)

***

African jacana, its feathers a rich auburn

opens it bright blue beak and cries

skating across the water, long toes outstretched

“I don’t like it,” the UK visitor declares

“It looks like a spider as it runs along”

I think, Isn’t nature clever, what an amazing bird

***

And then I see a flash of green on brown

“It’s a painted reed frog,” our guide grins

his pleasure at my enthusiasm evident

pointing, he shows us two other tiny frogs

one lurking on a plant with which it blends

another splatted with vivid yellow spots

***

Safari vehicle starts up, roar invading the peace

it lurches down the lumpy, bumpy road

“Stop! Stop!,” I cry, “it’s a Senegal Coucal,”

red eyes searching for its favourite meals

of caterpillars, insects, and small vertebrates

it’s gorgeous in black, chestnut and creamy white

Picture caption: Senegal Coucal in the Isimangaliso Wetlands

***

Rounding a corner – what a magnificent sight

a male kudu with a splendid pair of corkscrew horns

nonchalantly, he gives himself a scratch

before settling down to his morning snack

of leaves, vines, shoots, flowers and pods

a splendid example of a southern African antelope

Picture caption: Gorgeous male kudu in the Isimangaliso Wetlands. Photograph by Robbie Cheadle.

***

A bakkie approaches from the opposite direction

driver stops, face flushed red, eyes sparkling with joy

“There’s a young leopard just down the road”

she imparts this message with much enthusiasm

I keep my hope at a low ebb, so much thick bush

it’s unlikely we’ll spot it again, no doubt he’s gone

***

Rounding the corner, oh, what a splendid sight

young male leopard saunters casually onto the road

emerging from the dense bush like a vision

cameras whirr and cell phones click, click, click

yellowish coat covered in dark, rose-like rosettes

highlighted against the wet shimmer of the road

Picture caption: Young male leopard in the road. Photograph by Robbie Cheadle

***

Reaching the other side, he turns to look

at this still metal box filled with silent watchers

amber eyes consider us for a thrilling moment

then, disinterested, he turns away

a flick of white tipped tail and he’s gone

no-one speaks, stunned by our good luck

Roberta Writes – Reblog: “The Soldier and the Radium Girl Part 1: The Bloom of Youth, Chapter 1: Enlist in haste, repent at leisure (cont. 12)” by Roberta Eaton Cheadle

I’m a bit late reblogging this episode as I’ve been traveling and in the bush since 2 January. I can repost from Robbie’s Inspiration through Jetpack but this blog does not play the reposting game.

Thanks for sharing episode 12, Nolcha.

“The Soldier and the Radium Girl Part 1: The Bloom of Youth, Chapter 1: Enlist in haste, repent at leisure (cont. 12)” by Roberta Eaton Cheadle

Jake Tanner

9 November 1917

Jake’s platoon was assigned a day of hard labor.

“From now on, men, it’s going to be one day of military training and drilling and one day of hard labor,” Sarge announced that morning. “We’ve all got to do our bit to help get the training center built.”

The troops spent the day digging foundations for the numerous buildings that would comprise the training center. There would be barracks, administrative buildings, hospitals, and Y.M.C.A. facilities. Other infrastructure would also be needed, including roads and telephone wires.

“The training center must be built and up and running before the next lot of recruits start to arrive,” Sarge said during the evening meal.

“I’ll be glad to get back to military training tomorrow,” Beau complained. “It’s easy compared to building.”

“It sure is,” whined Mike, “just look at my hands.” The palms he held out were studded with blisters. “I’ve got handling those five-ton iron and steel beams to thank for these.”

“Mine are the same,” Jake said, “What about you, Joe?”

Joe’s calloused palms were unmarred by blisters.

Continue reading here: https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2026/01/02/the-soldier-and-the-radium-girl-part-1-the-bloom-of-youth-chapter-1-enlist-in-haste-repent-at-leisure-cont-11-by-roberta-eaton-cheadle/