Don’t Vote For Pedro!

Vote for me!

I’m sorry. That was so NOT Canadian. I’m sorry you’ll need to be Canadian to get the joke. Sorry about that ;-)

It’s that time again!

The nomination process for the 2014 Canadian Blog Awards have begun.

If you’ve been enjoying what you read on The Eclectic Poet, I would appreciate so much if you’d consider voting for me. You can do this by clicking right here —> Voting

You don’t have to be an official “Follower” and an account is not required to vote – many of my readers – Mum, this is YOU – drop by to visit and don’t have a WordPress account :).

There’s more information to be found about the awards on Jonathan’s blog here —> Canadian Blog Awards

CBA Button

Le Retourné ~ Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers prompt for 31 October 2014.

What is Friday Fictioneers? Rochelle presents a challenge to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end, based upon a picture that she provides on her blog.

Here is today’s picture prompt (below):

©Melanie Greenwood

©Melanie Greenwood

Le Retourné

Word Count: 101

We’d been meeting here for almost six weeks. Five since I arrived in Montreal. I didn’t know a soul, she wouldn’t ordinarily speak with a stranger but we’d struck up a friendship. I’d spent two nights sketching her portrait and hoped she’d like it.

I was sorry to see the modern renovations, sorrier that she never came after that. I inquired for her of the Manager, who paled a little to see my sketch.

“Mam’selle”, said the Manager, “That is Lucette, she waited tables here in the 1960’s. They just recovered her bones from the banks at Rapides du Cheval Blanc.”

Genre: Fiction

29 October 2014


What is it draws me back here
Not like I’ve nothing else to do
Yet I’m staring at this screen again
My thoughts consumed with you

It’s something in your words
Seems to have captured me
Transcending time and distance
Creating this intimacy

I find myself anticipating
Much more often than I should
My thoughts they seem to wander
Places I didn’t think they would

So as you now lie slumbering
On the other side of the world
I sit in this darkness typing
Something like a foolish girl

Truth is my heartbeat quickens
In a rhythm that I had forgot
So if this thing be foolish
I hope  it isn’t going to stop

~ kei
26 October 2014


My Voice ~ Persephone

Disclaimer: though  I’ve done Voice Over work, it’s been in a studio with technicians and professional equipment. Mostly, I wanted the cadence of this piece to be felt and it was done for my Mum and Dad. Bear with the pops and crackles s’il vous plaît.

And the words, from the previous post:

You ask me child, how many years
How many , how many tears
For all these seasons
Hark ye to the reasons

These drops of blood, like pomegranate seeds
Falling into this dust, unto these weeds
They sully what Demeter holds dear
Falling on the earth that lies so sere
They are the tith to honour the deal
Recompense for what Hades did steal

For what is Life but the held breath
The seasons weep as they turn toward death
And not a penny, not a farthing
Can stop a Mother’s heart from grieving

Yet the dying bargain
So they plead
And they manouever
For just one more dream
One more dawn
One more summer

The blooming rose of each drop
Each precious ruby seed
Is payment in kind
To see Persephone freed
What her mother’s tears hath
Left to die by grief’s neglect

Stirs under the sacrifice
Of blood, sweat and death
Blood spilled upon the dust again
Atonement in a drop of rain

~ kei
26 October 2014