Oh! Moon bright Lady of the night sky.

My Lord Pan of the green woodlands.

To you both I send the tears I cry.

Oh! Moon bright Lady of the night sky.

I long to be enfolded in  Divinity’s sigh.

Held safe in sensitive, protective hands.

Oh! Moon bright Lady of the night sky.

My Lord Pan of the green woodlands.

© Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse – 2015.


Melting Pot

A Rumanian mother, an Irish father, a Belgian grandmother,

And a French grandfather, I am quite a mixture, born in England,

Was schooled by strict Irish nuns and finished my education at the Sorbonne!

I speak English, a little Gaelic, fluent French and enough Rumanian to get by.

I love to sing-in French-mostly songs by Edit Piaf. I write poetry and plays in English.

I went to the Cannes Film Festival where my short play won a prize.

There I met and fell in love with a baseball playing American, we got married!

We produced twin boys named Dexter and Brandon. They were healthy boys.

Dexter went into the Air force served in Afghanistan and survived unscathed

Brandon became a famous opera singer of whom I was so very proud.

©Carolina de la Cruz -The Vixen m  Verse – 2015.


Is Copyright important to Poets and Writers?


© that little c for copyright living inside the circle is very important to me and most other writers too. So please don’t steal my work! Yes, it has happened before, a cheeky American student stole one of my short stories, passed it off as his own and achieved an A+ from his tutor! Then he had the cheek to tell me about it and showed no remorse when I explained about copyright.

If you want to use all or an extract of my work send me an email, twitter request etc and just ASK! Depending on what your Project is and what you want to use my Work for, I am sure we can come to some Agreement! Always remember to attribute work in the way the poet or writer requests and all will be well. It is just common courtesy really but just like common sense not very common any more. Thank you.

Write on! Carolina xxx


Ten poems to go before I reach the magic thirty. I also have nineteen days in which to complete them. I counted my three haiku’s as three separate poems which made The Passenger number twenty.

I wish I could remember where I got the prompt  for God’s Laughter from. If it was your website or blog please let me know and I will attribute it. Copyright is very important to me.

Write on! Carolina xxx

The Passenger


She teetered up the central aisle of the bus

in a pair of pale lemon patent 5 inch heeled shoes,

which picked out the lemon colour in the pattern of her blouse.

She wore tight, skinny, black jeans on her fantastic model-perfect figure.

A short, black leather biker jacket finished off the outfit.

Her hair had long careless, brown curls, complemented by blonde highlights.

Nothing careless about this hairstyle, it must have taken hours!

Shampoo, conditioner, curl control spray, styling wax,

ionic hairdryer, straighteners, hairspray and finally shine spray!

Her skin was an even, blemish free, golden tan colour,

but it wasn’t achieved by spray tans or from out of a bottle;

rather by birth, à white mother and an Asian father.

It gave her a lovely colour the envy of most of her paler friends.

Her small, neat, black leather, handbag was slung over her shoulder.

Two women on the bus commented loud enough for everyone to hear,

about the young woman’s very high lemon coloured heels.

She pretended not to hear, waited for the bus to stop,

then the doors opened with a swishing whisper of a sound.

Holding onto a safety rail with one hand, she lowered herself from platform to pavement.

Without a single wobble of the 5 inch heels , she made it look elegantly easy.

The whole bus watched her as she tottered with small, determined steps

towards the tram stop, just as the tram pulled into the Oldham Mumps station.

The soft swishing noise of the tram’s brakes accompanied her walk onto the tram.

The doors closed behind her, the tram set off, the vision of loveliness was gone.


© Tom Page – tram photograph.

©Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse – 2015.


Haiku 1 – Raindrops

Sky falling raindrops

driven against dark windows,

beat steadfast tatoo!

Haiku 2 – Umbrellas

Bright, coloured circles,

raindrops – like diamonds – glisten

patterns, colours gleam.

Haiku 3 – Wellington Boots

Paddington wore them,

as he splashed through puddles;

happy little bear!

All ©Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse – 2015.

Holy Laughter

What makes God laugh?

The fact that he is not alone,

I’m not referring to Jesus either.

I mean the Goddess with whom he shares his life.

He created us in two images, male and female,

He made sure one could not produce a child without the other.

He created night to be followed by day,

Day always followed by night.

He created light to brighten the darkness,

Then dark from which will come the light, his light.

Opposites but equals, each needs the other.

So when God stops laughing he will introduce us to Goddess.

Then we can pray to either or both of them.

It won’t matter, it will have the same effect.

Just as God has many names like Lord, Father, Emanuel;

So has Goddess, she is Lady, Mother and Brighid.

So human male or human female our holy family is complete.

Let’s sing hallelujah! Send our joy and love to Goddess and God!

©Carolina de la Cruz – The Vixen of Verse – 2015