My Special Guest tonight is…

Robert Burns and A Red, Red Rose

A Scottish poet and lyricist Burns was born in 1759 in Alloway, Ayrshire and was known by many names, my favourite or which is Rabbie Burns, I love that. He wrote his poetry in his native Scots language as well as in English. A man of many talents it would seem.

He is thought of as a pioneer of the Romantic Movement. Even after his death he became a great source of inspiration around the world. Celebration of his life and work became almost a national charismatic cult and his influence has long been strong on Scottish literature.

This lovely poem I thought suited the time of year. Although Valentine’s Day has passed is this not the month when we do the dance of love (and I’m trying to cheer up (forced smile)).

So I hope you enjoy this lovely poem, which I found read better with my imaginary Scottish accent.

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June;

O my Luve is like the melody

That’s sweetly played in tune.


So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry.


Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.


And fare thee weel, my only luve!

And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my luve,

Though it were ten thousand mile.

Christmas Muse

Well, we’ve done it again. I present to you a sexy little collaboration to warm up those cold Christmas nights thanks to the wonderful imagination and fine writing talent of Tara Caribou over at Raw Earth Ink.

This is my second piece of work with Tara (check out our first collaboration here or here, your choice) and I can’t help but be appreciative of her open imagination. She’s a braver writer than I, which is a big help, bringing out a different side to my writing. Thanks T.

Enjoy, I know I did (teehee).

Christmas Muse

I’m just a humble poet with very little need

Making people happy my one true deed

Inspirations come in all shapes and measures

But oh my Christmas Muse she doth give me pleasures


Lay on the bed and wait for me

Crack the window for you will see

This cold night when I come for you

Open my gift, you know what to do


She comes to me in the middle of my dreams

O’er frosted air and yuletide moonbeams

My muse there stands in front of me

In my mind’s eye, she is all I see


You find me standing there a pace

Decked in white ribbons and red lace

You have been so good, baby

Here’s a little present to you from me


She knows my wishes as I wait in my bed

And sleep brings lustful dreams to my head

The image of her is want and desire

Sacred revelation awakens sexual fire


When I release this pretty little bow

Lace reveals silky skin for you to know

Quietly as the gentle music plays

A provocative dance my mood betrays


Her skin like porcelain, delicate to the touch

Flaming red hair bounce’s insomuch

As to reveal her breasts firm and round

As she dances to sweet melodic sounds


Slowly my movements your fire does stoke

Using your hands to touch and stroke

Leaning down I kiss you passionately

Peppermint lips and a bit chocolatey


Her gentle weight lies squarely on me

She gives of herself devoted and freely

Lips caress our tongues serpentine

With tender moans our bodies combine


Feeling my hips tastily grind and move

Our breaths in panting ecstasy prove

I am the best gift you’ll ever open

See, when you are good then you earn a ten


The dream goes on at a frenzied pace

Thrust after thrust, our spirits embrace

And as our climax brings ecstasy

We fall from each other in harmony


Now close your eyes and rest your head

Continue your dreams of me in red

I can’t stay away, what’s a girl to do?

Tomorrow night I will return to you


As morning comes and I awake

The dream is over, the day it breaks

Her touch, her smell remains with me

My Christmas Muse, she’ll always be


Copyright © Tara Caribou & JRFC December 2018
Image from Pixabay

My Special Guest tonight is…

Christina Rossetti and In the Bleak Mid Winter

So I love the song with the same title but it turns out that this poem, which I’ve actually tried to read with the tune but doesn’t quite work, was written long before the song. Huh who would have known.

Christina Georgina Rossetti born in England in 1830 wrote a variety or poems but was famous for the Goblin Market and Remember. She also wrote the words of two Christmas carols well known in the British Isles: This one, first published as ‘A Christmas Carol’ and Love Came Down at Christmas.

By the way, if you get a chance to read the Goblin Market; do it. I almost posted it for Halloween but it is a very long piece and I just didn’t think it suited at the time.

So, sit yourself in front of what ever heat source you have and enjoy.

In the Bleak Mid Winter

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.


Image from Pixabay, modified by JRFC