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We've had some windy old weather lately so thought this poem might be worth an ... er airing!
Always the wind, mad and bad
hag-toothed and spittle lipped,
Boggart clawed curled to whip
screaming clouds in gun-grey skies
on which the howling witch king rides.
Comes the rain, sharp as darts,
tin-tacked and sack black.
Elf shot, arrows true
piercing the heart, through and through.
Now the sun, fretful, regretful,
sprite shy of vague intent,
briefly brushing moor and shore
with fleeting kisses which come no more.
Sun and rain, ice chipped hail,
all as nothing to the gale
which carries the shrieking witch king’s cries
on boiling clouds and storm torn skies. ... See MoreSee Less
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5 months ago ·
Too much of sorrow in the last few weeks, but solice lies in the forest whispered by the trees ...
Here in the woods
when idle walkers turn to their beds
and the pale moon rises
showing a sleepy eye in a deepening sky
of cobalt blue, I stand in sacred dreaming.
Bathed in Ogham patterned light,
whose dappled shades of green and white
speak of past and future lives
and while the silence deepens
and the night birds cry, I sigh
and think of those gone by
who never had full measure
of their three score and ten
and in their later days took no pleasure
in the daily joys of men.
But lay in soporific wanderings
immured from earthly longings
and the beauty of the seasons
no longer gave any reason
to wonder at the turning year
and watch the growing of those held dear.
But then at this late hour,
comes a sudden shower.
Soft as a kitten’s paw,
batting shrivelled leaves
on the greenwood’s floor
and through the rain’s fractured glimmer
comes a rainbow’s glorious shimmer.
Trees and leaves all drenched in colours bright
Is this a glimpse of Heaven beyond the night?
Or for those of a different view,
Merlin’s Isle where all’s made new?
Where those who dwell beyond the rain
will be made whole and return again. ... See MoreSee Less
10 months ago ·
Well it looks like winter is dragging on so nothing for it but a poem ...
Too long the winter, too long the snow,
She’s longing for summer and flowers to show.
Wishing for fishing where the river runs slow
where throstles and blackbirds set the sunset aglow.
February fill dyke be it black or be white,
brings dismal days and dreary dark nights.
Rain once again, in needle sharp spears
She’s weighted with sorrow and the passing of years.
She hear’s the old ones mummer and pray
For this too long a winter to be on its way.
My lady of Time with the Crone’s loving blow
brings release and sweet peace to those who must go.
Dreaming of summer, she’s aching for love,
a hand to hold, blue skies high above,
but wishes like kisses they come and they go
Like this too long a winter and too long snow. ... See MoreSee Less
1 years ago ·
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If you’ve got an egg, you’ve got a meal – true enough, but you do need to know how to cook it which is what you will learn in How To Boil An Egg. We start with a blueprint recipe … Continue reading