Bear

Sleeping deep within the Mother

You walk the dream-time

Traveling the star-road

Through the void

In the forest of the otherworlds

Wisdom-stones beneath your feet

In silence and power

Instinct mingles with intuition

Finding truth and emerging into new light

Eclipse

Your shadow passes silently over me,

hiding me from the light and warmth of the sun.

I shiver and glow with the colour of my passion for you.

Until the dark and shifting clouds hide you from me

and I fear I shall never see you again.

Terrified and cold.

Then you leave me and pass by.

And I am bright again,

if not so warm.

I lay upon my bed...

I lay upon my bed,

The light turned out an hour ago,

The embers shimmer and glow inside,

The waves rolling off my skin,

Light the shadows all around.

I think of you and in my mind,

I hold your body close.

Although my heart would be for you,

A place of love and healing,

My mind tells me that what you need,

Is not what I can offer.

I focus on your pain,

On my desire to transform

That sharp thing,

Into something else.

As intense and overwhelming,

And consuming as my need.

My body and my soul want you still,

Even in your darkest hour.

To feel your force,

Your frustration and your anger,

Your loss and grief and despair,

Pouring into me,

Purged and purified.

To be battered in your arms,

To feel your violence and your hope,

To feel your control,

And your abandonment of it.

To feel your hands around my throat,

Pressed against the wall,

With no escape,

No choice,

But to surrender to your will,

And be conquered by your power.

Requium for our cat

Spirits of the other realm

Guide our most familiar friend

When his spirit shall return

May he find us once again

Bind us here to one another

Bind our sorrow and our grief

Bind us with our love together

Make our time of mourning brief

Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again

Lord and Lady Blessed be

To our most familiar friend.

Wishing Well Love Spell

I cast my wish into the Well,

And as I do I cast this spell.

I call to me my match, my mate.

I call the one who is my fate.

I call to me my own true love,

By Sun and Moon and Stars above!

Invocation to my Patron

Gwynn ap Nudd

Dark Father, Lord of the Storm

Leader of the Hunt, Guide of the Dead

Guardian of the Cauldron of Annwfn

I come to you in the Dark

I cry to you in the storm

Hear me and Lead me home

Gwynn ap Nudd

Rider of the winds, Lord of the Dark

At whose feet my ancestors sit

I call to you in my despair

I am your child, I am in need

Embrace me in my weakness,

my ugliness, my fear

hear me and lead me home

For the Wild God

Cernunnos

Untamable Wild Spirit

Undeniable Force of Life

God of Carnal Pleasure and Passionate Joy,

Laughter and Love.

Come to me and Take me.

In that place of ecstasy

Where there are no boundaries to separate me

From all that you are.

Samhaine

We call the names

The bell is rung

The veils are thin

The spirits come

We speak with them

And they with us

In perfect love and perfect trust

Our honored dead

Beloved guides

Share their truth

From the other side

We share our feast

And bid them well

From this mortal land

Where we now dwell

Healing Spell

Doubt no longer rules my mind

Grief no longer chokes me

Fear no longer rules my heart

and Loss no longer wounds me

Hope and Joy and Faith and Love

These things shall now replace them

By Sun and Moon and Stars above

My Spirit now reclaims them.

Mabon

Equal Night and Equal Day

Gather apples while we may

Down into the Dark we go

Deeper Mysteries we would know

To Rise again into the Light

Equal Day and Equal Night

For the Dark Maiden

Maiden Huntress

Bloudewydd,

Flower-Bride by magick made

to be the Bride of Light

yet your sovereignty never surrendered.

You chose your lover by your will

and sent the Eagle flying.

by Magick turned

from Flower-Bride to Night-Hunter

silent-winged Owl-Goddess

flying unheard to hunt the dark

sharp-seeing and swift

talons pierce soft fur,

warm flesh, fluttering heart

surrenders to your grasp.

Lammas

The strength of summer moves forward,

Toward the harvest of first-fruits we go,

When the corn and the grain are now taken,

Their great sacrifices we know.

Though the sun keeps on marching toward darkness,

We are grateful for all we receive,
For the life and great blessings we’re given,

In the great giving Earth we believe.

Journeys of the Runes

I have started a new blog about the Elder Futhark and my Journeys based upon the Runes.  Join me there if you like.


http://journeysoftherunes.blogspot.com/

This blog will continue to be a place where I will share poetry  and stories of life in all its colors.

Blessed Be.

Midsummer

The Sun in strength shines warm and bright,

The Earth in green bursts full with life;

The veil now thins, the night descends,

The faeries dance in starlight bands;

and now begins the growth of night.

Beltaine

Flowers ‘round the Maypole grow

Dancers weaving to and fro

Sunshine warms our Earth and hearts

Lord and Lady take their parts

Bringing all fertility

To our world, so mote it be

Ostara Prayer

Lord and Lady of Spring’s return

Come to us that we may learn

Of warming earth and growing Sun

Of greening life that newly comes

Into the world that we may see

and hope in love, So mote it be.

Ostara

Equal Day and Equal Night

Earth is Greening

Hail the Light

Life within our world is growing

Hope within our hearts is glowing

Equal Day and Equal Night

Earth is greening

Hail the Light

Oblivion

The demons lurk around me, surround me,

creeping in the darkness,

in the quiet of solitude,

inside me they hide,      

and wait to over-come me.

I run, wrestle, try to escape, to chase them away.

But still they come,

like bad dreams,

the night-mares I have

when I am awake.

Reality comes too close.

I seek oblivion, my refuge.

I pursue it everywhere.

Finally it comes to me,

slips over me like a blanket,

the demons are purged.

Gratefully I rest,

and am safe.

Waiting

At midnight I sit among my candles and incense,

music and wine, waiting.

I think of you driving in the night,

and I wait for you to come to me.

I hear you at the door, before you are there,

and then you are, and you come inside.

You don’t have to talk, just lay beside me

I hold you and you sleep in my arms.

Every night I wait, every day I wait,

for the day that you need me,

the day that you want me,

the day that you love me,

and I wait for you to come to me.

MISSING

The word MISSING scrawled beneath the photo-copy of a girl’s picture

on a pole at the corner, a block from the river, in a town that’s empty

on a weeknight in winter at one in the morning.

It is a town where lost and wandering souls go to remain lost.

Where one goes when one is missing and wishes to remain that way.

RUSH

The rush of blood in your ears

your heart is pounding

jumping from the bridge

or driving fast at 2am

playing chicken with a north-bound train

your head is buzzing

you can see lights out there in the darkness

the rush of death approaching fast

and out of control

the tidal-wave of release

when the danger passes

and your body has flown by

the end at the speed of sound

the sonic boom

still ringing in your ears

magic key

Driving south in the heat, talking to a bearded Hitch-Hiker, I flash on the Lake.

The way we used to fish with balls of white-bread on the ends of our lines.

Quiet on a Sunday morning, while mass was being held in the chapel across the street.

I remember the way our soda bottles would collect sand on the outside,

and some always ended up in my mouth,

mingling with the Coke or Root-beer or Orange Crush.

When we took the bottles back we’d get three pennies,

spent on bubble-gum.

Those bottles needed to be opened with a magic key.

Be Thou my Vision Revised

Be Thou my Vision

(A traditional Irish Hymn, Revised by Diane Awenydd-Evans and Megan Moore)

Be Thou my vision, Oh Lord of my heart,

Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.

Thou my best thought, by day or by night,

Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou my true word.

Lady I serve thee, Thy voice have I heard.

Thou my great Mother, and I Thy true child.

Thou in me dwelling and I with Thee, wild.

Riches I need not, nor man’s empty praise,

Thou mine inheritance, now and always.

Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,

Oh King of creation, my treasure Thou art.

Be Thou my refuge, my comfort, my home,

Be Thou my dignity, be Thou my throne,

Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,

Still be my vision, Oh Lady of all.

Candlemas

Light the Candles one by one

Cold the Earth, but warm the Sun

Seeds beneath the surface swelling

With the snow-melt, daylight growing

Cold the winds but warm the Sun

Light the Candles one by one

In my heart the fire’s glowing

Winter into Spring is going

Warm the Earth, and warm the Sun

Light the Candles one by one

New Moon; Transformations

 I was in love,

infatuated and happy.

Then anticipation, discovery and excitement

 gave way to obsession,

desperation and heartbreak.

But after the fear and the fever passes…

what I am left with

is a different kind of happiness;

love, understanding and connection.

The Dance

The enigma I wrestle

Every moment I breathe

Does this war I wage

Resemble an idea

You’ve ever had of me

Or am I a fool, obsessed

Consumed by distraction?

Odyssey

On a bright sunny afternoon at the river

four anonymous comrades join together in love and affirmation

remembering others far away

 making a daring odyssey

into the sunlight and the shadows of the trees

following paths that lead to the fairy kingdom

of spiral flight among vines whose connection is skyward

never touching the reality of earth.

A black and white spotted infant touched for an instant

opens the portal into the realm

where small purple stars have spiral green tails

and earth-brown children hang from thin branches

plucking purple berries and tasting their sweet nectar for a moment

only to grasp the next immediately.

The legend of an Indian Brave who lived centuries ago

awakens the sleeping children

and they venture forth to conquer the rushing water

defying the treacherous rocks

and the laws of gravity and distance, space and time

which hold no rule in this universe

of wet feet and sun-shined faces.

Once the barrier has been crossed

the children sleep once again.

Twin Gods

Golden sun-prophet, strong soul-pilot,

as an Eagle flies,

through valleys

following rivers to ocean

and with his hands warms hearts.

 Angel with dark curls

as from night sky,

shines like stars.

Phoenix-spirit, owl-poet

follows mountain streams

through forest

and with his voice

Illuminates minds.

Metamorphosis

The dark airfield stretches out silent and solitary before us,

run-way lights flash from blue to white to blue…

I breathe in the smoke…

my mind fades from grey physics into a purple fog

and I am transformed.

In the silver light of a waning crescent,

the metamorphosis is complete…

at the slow touch of cool fingers

a low purr escapes me

I am a cat, curled and cuddled

in the lap of a man

with strong and gentle hands.

Sleeping Babes

on a saturday in april in half-light

a motel room in the afternoon with the curtains drawn

my friends sleep

in sheer exhaustion

the sleep of wine

and the extremities of lives lived too brightly.

I read poetry

and paint my nails red

drink cold coffee

smoke too many cigarettes

paint my toe-nails too

and go back to playing solitare.

I watch their silent forms

and fight the urge to touch them

“for fear of waking them “ I tell myself.

Two children in their beds at night

when mother opens the door

to see the faces of her babes once more

before retiring to her own sleep.

Insomnia with a Friend

Love songs then love-gone-wrong songs then road songs and wine,

laughter and candlelight, poetry and chess,

bad jokes then black-jack, more wine then sleep.

We have said nothing,

I dream of waking

and wake and cannot sleep.

Desdemona Innocence

Golden, glowing, flicker, dance

sing in light and

make music of flame.

Desdemona innocence,

passionate love,

loyal and pure

and purging pain.

Our souls’ moths flutter

drawn to the warmth

of Fire-Life,

Truth’s power and perfume

and sweet souls’

Honest Ecstasy.

Bitterness

Biting pain

In the place just above the heart

Touching the mind

Transforming

Everything from life to festering disease

Rancid wounds that

Never heal

Even when the

Soul becomes

Sick unto death

Cobwebs laced with light

Cobwebs laced with light

Lightning painting pictures of

Spiders in the sky

Hyde

Deep inside at the bitter core exists a deformed creature,

stunted in youth,

who retreated and disfigured

and refused to grow,

the summer of my ninth year.

Hyding among shadows of fear

like a wild animal,

not truly human,

or perhaps more human than I am now,

She sleeps.

Then escapes and retreats before she’s caught,

lashing out to destroy anyone in sight,

when backed into a corner,

or trapped by too much light.

Gift-wrapping

I put my hand into a gift-wrapped box full of razorblades

and bled all over my jeans, and the pretty wrapping paper.

The cuts healed into scars,

but every time I touch gift-wrapping they bleed,

making a mess on the floor.

Pain in Haiku

Pain as dark as night,

cutting deep into your soul,

as the dawn breaks through.

Dark Star

When you are not present, I feel your absence, like a sailor on the dark ocean without a star by which to set his course.

When we are in a crowded room, I know where you are and how far away, a reference point by which to navigate through the night.

When you are close, I feel the pull your body exerts upon mine, the gravity of your Dark Sun, that makes me desire to remain close in orbit, revolving around you, close to your power.

I drink it in through every pore, intoxicated with pleasure and warmth.

The memory of you warms me still, melting away any desire for control, for safety, melting away fear and caution. 

I would sail over the edge to the place where dragons are.

Desire for your strength, for the intoxication of your power, becomes stronger than any need I have to be safe.

The gravity of your Dark Star holds me in its grasp. 

I am lost in its power, and there I find my own.