Category Archives: The fae

Trees

Hawthorn Hart Believers Plant trees Whose occult power Realise their healing strength An ethereal bond is how Under a tree A good place to rest one’s head and doze Enlightenment is obvious It’s where the spirits pose Questions heaven and … Continue reading

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Our poor Hares

looks like a lino cut print From a while Ago The dear Hares Hunted we know Living on lands Shared with us all Including the hunters Having a ball With their dogs And their vile hearts Killing the Hare Torturing … Continue reading

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Owl finds a toy horse

Owls truly are a remarkable breed Assiduous hunters this one did succeed In finding a toy horse and giving a go To riding the object and we now know From the sky over Brecon what it appeared To be was … Continue reading

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Hawthorns

Seven hundred years Imagine that will you From a seed to the sky Up above A massive life energy Sprung ever upwards A boundary marker A foundation of love An eco system interface Drawing spirited soul Sharp thorns protecting A … Continue reading

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Hawthorn Hart

The pink of the sky And the blue of the dew The fence posts erected The excitement feels true Horley smiles outwardly It’s therapy A transfiguration For people to see Ritual so private It’s wonders we feel Enchantment and witchery … Continue reading

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Which Witch

Ritual and riches The magic of desire Forestry divided The ability where fire Fills our hearts with wishes With the chill of true desire A certain madness in the air Of which no witch shall tire

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Horley

A crescent Moon A clearing in a tongue of land Was where At the extreme North West Of Oxfordshire on Warwickshire’s border share On 8.27 acres Of level paddock land Slightly acidic based rich soil On clay I understand At … Continue reading

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Golden chanterelles

They adore the mossy areas And love a squall of rain Followed by three days of sunshine From it they do gain The life force of each moment And under Douglas Fir And sometimes Oak they spring to life Their … Continue reading

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Emelda

Emelda such a pretty name A soulful princess yes the same Brilliance I can really tell Brought to me by a true spell A fae name from some wooded vale Where tall trees dance Where their leaves sail

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Glades of green

Glades of green Where our Dear Fae Frequent And seemingly do play In the velvet underworld Where we with wildness Find we are hurled Glades of green A kingdom where Memories live And we all share

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Grotesque troll

It happened One evening This gnarled old git Fell over his pond edge His garden unlit Into the murky Stinky and dark Face down became savaged By the fish They left their mark Gobbled each eyeball Till his sockets were … Continue reading

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Hemlock the poisonous one

Hemlock gender feminine Planet Saturn she Element is Water and Her deity Is Hecate believe it or not Empowered swords long ago Beefs up Astral Projection That’s if you didn’t know Other names like Spotted hemlock,spotted corobane and Water Parsley,Musquash … Continue reading

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Hypericum St John’s wort

It’s gender is masculine It’s planet the Sun Element Fire When the day is done Deity Balfour The rest you know Wards off fevers and colds Hung by a window Protects against lightening The evil the wrong Burned to keep … Continue reading

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Roll rights at sunset

It’s like the sea the sand the edge of time A glorious day , long by normal standards The great sun moves away It’s like a great bold curtain Descending far and right Welcoming in the passionate Division known as … Continue reading

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Strawberry heaven

Wild growing on a wall it’s edges Wild bird fodder curiously Sweeter to the flight and fancy Nibbled very furiously Such a berry born of magic Where the fey do silently Proclaim the feint and sweetest nosegay That perhaps there … Continue reading

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The cryptic one

A crystal ball A magic tree It’s twisted stems create a free Running artwork cryptic soulful Flushed in greenery it be Standing proud in nodding fervour Embolden very peacefully.

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Peony

This amazing abundant floral giant Petal rich a scented Queen Grows together in great splendour Pastel shades and richly scented Crinoline blooms like vibrant tresses Soft and of sensational size Voluptuous energy wonderful synergy Beauty underneath the skies Oh Peony … Continue reading

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Wild natural vegetation

Nutritious nettles and Dandelion Goose foot gloriously outshine Mineral rich tasting sublime In season their vibration fine Don’t speak to me of food inflation These are freely born creation Macrobiotic synergy We can do research and better be Cooked or … Continue reading

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Glastonbury and the TOR

Angry but angry with purpose The avid see genuineness Artistic meaningful passion In truest form I still bless All of the Gods there have ever been For all of the centuries before Avalon island of immeasurable charm With glastonbury and … Continue reading

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Foxy boy

A glorious path To he knows where Wild flowers their bouquet Fills the air The peace &quiet The solace we Pick up really just us three Most discerning His eyes bright Pick up facets of the light That draws conclusions … Continue reading

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Rollright Fey

The rollright fae Have passed away They stood south of the circle where History saw The kings men ignore The aged crone Her spell alone Given to the soldiers King “Go no farther do not bring” Your entourage into our … Continue reading

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Faeries

An Awakening tis Dawn The time of the garden faery Torn Between the forest green Long eared beings gay The moss the many tree roots And long grass where they play Gossamer wings Tendril gowns A voice that brings And … Continue reading

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Thankfully dry a burnt orange sky The megalithic pose A circle of magnificence Upon a hill it rose A grove of trees around it Upon this Solstice day Roll Rights place of mystery Frequented by the Fae Behold the Bells … Continue reading

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Avalon

I Avalon the island Where the best apples grow Where magick is dotted everywhere And many a wizard crow Partakes of honest melody Beyond the bold terrain Revelations cometh A mystical refrain Falls across the many hills For otherworldly gain

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Faeries and Butterflies

In Winter months the faeries Become butterflies Flying off to hotter climes The older ones are wise Frost and ice upsets them Which is why they change up And fly free How fortunate and special It was for you to … Continue reading

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A faery has been singing on tv recently

Wolfgang Peterson sadly Left the world and he Wrote the never ending story And the sweet fairy Her ocarina flute her voice And her pointed ears Pigtails and her floral dress Left behind her tears

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Musical faery

The lass she be one of the Fae A forest soul And she did play The ocarina conjuring so The birds and the bee’s And the trees that grow From the freckled forest she belongs Singing her truly beautiful songsI

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Faeries and their pretty little world

the faery people where they dwell In those otherworlds  under a , spell many centuries they occupy time and time alone is why maguckal dimensiojns fill the air the little folk they love to share all their worldly goods for … Continue reading

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Bardic affairs at Glastonbury

the Town Cryer in green a setting the scene the Mayor he was  there as we see the rain it was falling warm Summer rain Beltane assuredly the birth of procedings streams of Bardic prose Tradition responsive and true dramatic … Continue reading

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Beltane and Glastonbury

Amassing at the Market Cross in the summer rain Pok the Bard who labours hard With his  beautiful refrain of all the glorious couplets bringing magic to the fore such lavish prodigality from Pok the Troubador expressed with intuition deep … Continue reading

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