This month, my In Touch With Nature post focuses on oxpecker birds, also called vampire birds, and their relationship with herbivorous animals.
Thanks for hosting, Kaye Lynne Booth.
This month, my In Touch With Nature post focuses on oxpecker birds, also called vampire birds, and their relationship with herbivorous animals.
Thanks for hosting, Kaye Lynne Booth.
Thank you to talented author and poet, Elizabeth Gauffreau for hosting me with a post about the Radium Girls. Elizabeth writes thought provoking literary fiction and beautiful poetry. You can find out more about her books on her blog here: https://lizgauffreau.com/author/elizabethgauffreau/

I am very pleased to host the multi-genre, multi-talented Roberta Eaton Cheadle today. She has a brand new collection of short stories, And the Grave Awaits, available for preorder. One of the stories, “All that Glitters is not Gold,” is based on the true story young women during World War I who thought they were contributing to the war effort, having no idea that they were putting their own lives at risk. Here is Robbie to give you the historical events that inspired “All that Glitters is not Gold.”
The Radium Girls were female factory workers who were hired to paint watches and military dials with luminous paint during World War One. The watches were primarily used by the American soldiers, called dough boys, in the trenches. They were highly prized because they glowed in the dark.
The paint the women used was made from powdered radium, zinc sulfide (a phosphor), gum arabic, and water. The women, aged between sixteen and their early twenties, were told the paint was harmless. This was in line with the general attitude towards radium at the time. Because it had been used successfully in the treatment of cancer, radium was included in health tonics and cosmetics because ‘it was good for you.” The women were instructed to use their mouths to moisten and point their paint brushes to give them a fine tip for the detailed work.

By Unknown author. – http://www.libraries.rutgers.edu/history_of_medicine/manuscripts/us_radium_corporation, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=82821901
The women were careless about the paint. The powder got all over their clothes and made them glow in the dark. They used it to paint their fingernails, teeth, and lips. They even used it to paint the bars of cots for their babies.
Continue reading here: https://lizgauffreau.com/2024/07/10/spotlight-on-and-the-grave-awaits-by-roberta-eaton-cheadle
Sanaa‘s d’Verse prompt is as follows:
Consider this line from Pablo Neruda’s poem from “The Wide Ocean.”
“Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit
of your gifts and destructions.”
You can join in the challenge here: https://dversepoets.com/2024/07/18/open-link-night-365-with-live-edition/
Oh ocean
How you sparkle and shine
Enticing
My toes embedded in wet sand
Welcome the soft tickle
Of your gentle waves
Despositing memories
The debris of my childhood
– Sea level rise is a natural consequence of the warming of our planet – 1
Oh ocean
Your surface tinted gold
By a ferocious sun
Your levels are rising
Insidiously creeping
Reclaiming land
Will you take from me
All I hold dear?

This is a puente poem. The puente form has three stanzas with the first and third having an equal number of lines and the middle stanza having only one line which acts as a bridge (puente) between the first and third stanza.
The first and third stanzas convey a related but different element or feeling, as though they were two adjacent territories. The number of lines in the first and third stanzas is the writer’s choice as is the choice of whether to write it in free verse or rhyme.
The center line is delineated by a tilde (~) and has ‘double duty’. It functions as the ending for the last line of the first stanza AND as the beginning for the first line of the third stanza. It shares ownership with these two lines and consequently bridges the first and third stanzas.
For Dan’s Thursday Doors this week, I’m sharing some pictures from my Oslo Fjord Cruise. You are getting a break from traditional Norwegian buildings because I thought these pictures better matched the theme of my poem above. You can join in Thursday Doors here: https://nofacilities.com/2024/07/18/reiman-gardens/







Picture caption: photographs taken as we cruised around the Oslo harbour. The glass structure is in the harbour and is designed to catch and reflect the light.

Here is my YT short of the harbour mouth. It was windy and lonely.


Thank you to talented poet, Dawn Pisturino for this amazing review of Square Peg in a Round Hole. Michael and I are delighted.

Melissa from Mom With a Blog, provided a colourful prompt for her d’Verse poetry challenge with a focus on the art of Alma Thomas. You can join in here: https://dversepoets.com/2024/07/16/writing-something-beautiful
Those of you who follow my blog know how much I love colours.
This is the painting I selected:

Colours blend, everywhere
All I see are nature’s hues
Vivid red, mixed with yellow and brown
Creating a great masterpiece
***
Oh-oh-oh pigment, tipped into a bowl
Add just a little water
Merge the colours, undefined edge
Watercolour must be gentle
***
Extensive palette, so much choice
A rainbow at my fingertips
Mix, creating something new
Colour is everything
Capture the light (capture the light)
Capture the shine (capture the shine)
***
Flat edged brush, large surface
Gives a rough and streaky look
Narrow tip, brush strokes light
Helps create those fine details
***
Oh-oh-oh, time to mix again
Can I match the texture
Merge the colours, undefined edge
There’s so much potential
***
Extensive palette, so much choice
Everything I need is here
Mix, creating something new
Colour is everything
Capture the light (capture the light)
Capture the shine (capture the shine)
***
I can see the colours
I can see the picture (I can see the picture)
***
Oh-oh-oh colours, how they go together
It’s like magic when they meld
Merge the colours, undefined edge
Watercolour must be gentle
***
Extensive palette, so much choice
A rainbow at my fingertips
Mix, creating something new
Colour is everything
Capture the light (capture the light)
Capture the shine (capture the shine)
Capture the light (capture the light)
Capture the shine
***
Did you guess the song?
Circle in The Sand by Belinda Carlisle

Picture caption: Lone bird on the beach in oil pastels by Robbie Cheadle

Charlie Chickadee Gets a New Home was inspired by an actual invasion of swallows invade. I had enjoyed watching the chickadees coming and going from the hole in the tree each day for some time, and then, one day, a swarm of violet-green swallows came swooping in and took the nest over, evicting the poor little chickadees. They stayed for the remainder of the summer, and they have the most beautiful, iridescent blue and green coloring, but they are aggressive birds, and I always wondered what happened to the original occupants of the tree.

(Robbie did a great job of depicting the beautiful violet-green swallow for the book.)
Along the way, Charlie meets the older and wiser, Nicholas Nuthatch, who shows Charlie around and offers advice to the young bird, who has found himself alone and on his own for the first time. He is a guiding force when he befriends Charlie, giving him the low down on the local bird community. Nuthatches are silly little birds in the woodpecker family, only slightly larger than the little chickadees, which hop up and down tree trunks and across branches, sometimes completely upside-down. I call them my aerial acrobats.

Robbie’s Nicholas Nuthatch
The story is one of survival for a young chickadee, when he loses his home and is separated from his parents during a swallow invasion. But it is also about cooperation and friendship, becoming independent and relying on oneself. Charlie Chickadee is a longer story, rather than a picture book tale, like the other two books and it is aimed at children in the six-to-eight-year age group.
I have strong claws which help me find purchase in the crevasses of the tree bark and I just grip with one foot while taking a step with the other. Woodpeckers can only go up because they use their long tails to help them balance, but my tail is short, and I’m agile enough that I can go up, turn around and go down or even climb onto the branches and hang upside down, so I can get to bugs hidden in crevasses that woodpeckers might miss.
I eat bugs, and seeds. I use the crevasses in the tree bark to hold the seeds in place while I crack them open with my beak, and also to stash them for later. I have a good memory, so I can even come back month later and will be able to find them.


Heather Hummingbird Makes a New Friend (Ages 3-5): https://books2read.com/u/471vzj
Timothy Turtle Discovers Jellybeans (Ages 3-5): https://books2read.com/u/3LL5K7
Charlie Chickadee Gets a New Home (Ages 6-8): https://books2read.com/u/md2YLO
Kaye Lynne Booth is a freelance writer, editor, multi-genre author and independent publisher. She holds dual MFA in Creative Writing – Genre Fiction and Screenwriting, and an M.A. in Publishing. To earn her publishing degree, she worked under the mentoring of International Bestselling author, Kevin J. Anderson on the Gilded Glass: Twisted Myths & Shattered Fairy Tales editorial team from Western State Colorado University and WordFire Press and she compiled and edited Weird Tales: The Best of the Early Years 1926-27, under Jonathan Maberry.
South African author and illustrator, Robbie Cheadle, has written and illustrated sixteen children’s books, illustrated a further three children’s books, and written and illustrated three poetry books. Her work has also appeared in poetry and short story anthologies.
Robbie also has two novels and a collection of short stories published under the name of Roberta Eaton Cheadle and has horror, paranormal, and fantasy short stories featured in several anthologies under this name.
Find out more about Robbie Cheadle on her blog here: https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/
Thank you to talented writer and poet, DL Finn, for hosting me with a post about climbing boys during the Victorian era, and my short story, An Eye for an Eye, from And the Grave Awaits.
Denise has a lovely blog where she shares poetry, book reviews and other interesting posts. She also has a wonderful selection of books which you can view on Amazon US here: https://www.amazon.com/stores/D.L.-Finn/author/B00ZBGJ08Q
Thank you for hosting me, Denise.
I’m thrilled to have Robbie Cheadle here today to talk about her latest release, “And the Grave Awaits!” It was a great read Here’s a link to my review on Goodreads. LINK

Climbing boys and the origin of my short story, An Eye for an Eye.

My photograph of a building with chimneys in the UK
During the 1700s and 1800s, mainly male children often performed an occupation known as a climbing boy or chimney sweep. Many of the climbing boys were orphans, and in Great Britain many came from workhouses, and some were as young as 3 years old. As the child needed to be quite small to climb up the chimneys of the time, most climbing boys outgrew this occupation by the time they were nine or ten years old, although due to poor diet, some worked until they were as old as fourteen years.
The life of a climbing boys was dangerous as they climbed hot flues that could be a mere 7 inches square, although 14 inches by 9 inches was a common standard, and they could get jammed in the flue, suffocate or burn to death. The children developed raw, red skinless patches on their bodies from climbing up and down the stacks. These only went away when the climber developed calluses or the skin was hardened by their master applying an application of strong brine, which was placed on them in front of a hot fire.
Continue reading here: https://dlfinnauthor.com/2024/07/09/new-release-and-the-grave-awaits-by-roberta-eaton-cheadle-bakeandwrite-robertaeaton17-writingcommunity-newrelease-whattoread/
This week for Dan’s Thursday Doors, I am sharing my photographs of a traditional Norwegian Church. We saw this interesting building at the Norwegian Folk Museum during our recent visit. You can join in Dan’s challenge here: https://nofacilities.com/2024/07/11/beer-club-doors/




Today’s prompt is hosted by Laura. You can find Laura’s lovely poetry here: https://poetrypix.com/
You can join in this challenge here: https://dversepoets.com/2024/07/11/mtb-it-begins-to-dawn/
And now for todays MTB prompt we are writing in the poetry style of the A L’Arora, a form created by Laura Lamarca:
Poetry style:
Poetry Subject: Lamarca’s A L’Arora derives from “Aurora” – Italian for “dawn”:.
Are you there God? It’s me, Robbie 1
I hope you’re listening; I could really use your help
I want to be less sensitive, less condemning
More understanding when loved ones
Turn selfish, mean and unduly critical
In difficult situations that already drain
I need your support to forgive
And see what’s causing another’s pain
***
Are you there God? It’s me, Robbie 1
Are you listening? You made me the way I am
An empath, I absorb emotion and stress
Soak up others anguish and desperation
I can never turn my back on need
It’s okay, I don’t want to change
No one is invisible to me, I see everyone
But I’d like to be understood in exchange
***
Are you there God? It’s me, Robbie 1
Your wise scholar, C.S. Lewis, once said:
“Hell is a state where everyone is perpetually
concerned about his own dignity and advancement
where everyone has a grievance
and where everyone lives the deadly serious passions
of envy, self-importance, and resentment.”
You gave us free will, we are responsible for our actions
***
Are you there God? It’s me, Robbie 1
The road to hell is paved with good intensions 2
Protection and interference when wrongly applied
Bring about a far greater emotional problem than
Providing needed assistance and facilitating
What must ultimately be done regardless
Today, I hope to find a dawning of acceptance
Which will lead me out of the awful darkness


The talented Merril D. Smith is the host of this week’s D’Verse Quadrille poetry prompt. You can read Merril’s poem here: https://merrildsmith.org/2024/07/08/messier-1-the-crab-nebula/
You can join in the prompt here: https://dversepoets.com/2024/07/08/quadrille-203-feeling-crabby/
So to be clear: for this prompt, you must write a poem of exactly 44 words AND make certain it includes the word crab, or some form of the word—crabby, crabapple, crabbing, etc. Bonus points if you want to include anniversary and/or thirteen, as well. I’m certain there will be a wide variety of responses, both literal and metaphorical–because we have a diverse group at dVerse! Post your poem to your blog, place the link in Mister Linky below, and then read and comment on others’ poems.
The strong December sunlight
Softly filters through
The shallow water of the lagoon
The light refracts
Colourful shards rippling
In every direction
Hermit crab
Peeps out
Of his front door
Liking what he sees
He ventures forth
Across the dabbled sand
An exciting adventure



Picture captions: Hermit crab on the bottom of the Knysna Lagoon. I love the refraction and light in these pictures.
Thank you to talented poet and editor of MasticadoresUSA, Barbara Leonhard, for sharing my Nature Chaos artwork, Jailhouse Burning Butterflies, and my poem, Hot Sun, on MasticadoresUSA.
Thank you to talented fantasy author, C.S. Boyack, for sharing this post about mythical sirens and what they are as part of my And the Grave Awaits blog tour.
Craig has a lovely blog, Entertaining Stories, where he shares all sorts of fun updates about his writing processes and his life. He also has a wonderful selection of fantasy books, many of which I have read and loved.