Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

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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Lammas Time

Falling over at the end Alongside hopefully your best friend The golden liquor does for you What ritual does for all The world is spinning round and round Pulling corn out of the ground Feeling lost and never found Lammas … Continue reading

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Eucalyptus (blue gum tree)

Cyanide wizardry Gender of femininity The planet Moon Element Water Power to heal to protect to be A waxy patina It’s a hardwood tree Makes a fine wind break In Greek EU Means good or well And Kalyptos to Means … 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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Rue (Ruta Graveolens)

A number of names Like Herb of Grace mother of the herbs A masculine soul Planet is Mars energy Fire deity Diana and Aradia A role Healing and health Love and mental powers Leaves on your forehead For several hours … Continue reading

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Lemon magic

Gender Feminine Planet Moon Element Water Powers of Love Mixed with water Used to wash amulets And magical things If second hand when bought Cleansed of negative energies In bath water is sought At full moon for purification It’s power … Continue reading

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Artemis or Mugwort

It’s other name is Mugwort Feminine it be Planet Venus Element Earth And it’s Deity Artemis and Diana Strength and Psychic Powers Put some in your shoes on walks Of many many hours And near one’s bed astral projection Could … 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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Hyssop

A masculine plant Planet Jupiter It’s energy is fire Purification and protection It’s qualities are higher Use in baths and sachets Infused hung up to dry Purging negativity Really that is why Grows wild in the Mediterranean On old walls … Continue reading

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“Prayer to the sun”

In Bibury we admitted and accepted The solstice prayer Repeated it three times The three of us would share “That the sun is high above us” Shine down upon the land and sea Making everything grow and bloom Great and … 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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Summer Solstice

Prismatic life forms Solstice is where The sun reaches high In the sky we all share Resourceful creative Conceptualisation Where the wildest of dreams Form the greatest salvation Magic is everywhere Fertile and strong Illusory concepts Throw up and belong … Continue reading

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Thistles and their power

Masculine gender Planets Mars Element Fire Vitality stars A bowl of thistles Placed in a room Strengthens the spirits And lifts the gloom Grown in the garden Wards off the thief And a blossom in your pocket Protects you of … Continue reading

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Foxgloves

Foxgloves the feminine Deadman’s bells and witches thimbles ruled by Venus element water Protection powers From the leaves a black dye Painted on cottage floors Kept evil away In Wales a good omen That’s what they say

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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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Frost

Yes jack’s gone on his holidays And blossoms search the sky Soon replaced by fruiting bodies The feathered minstrels ply The striped tinnabulation The pollen gatherers they Striving to find nectar As a means of extra pay

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The old crone at the Roll rights

Thousands of years of leaning That old witch did her stuff The soldiers tried to argue And she said that’s enough Thousands of years of upset For the soldiers families who Grieved when they that night got stoned Her witchcraft … Continue reading

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Ancestral arrival

An amazing exponential benevolence Succeeds From the watching and the guarding Caretaking that feeds Love and great affection Ancestral sentinels Who became my chaperones With, their profound spells

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Tapping clapping Beltaine

The colourful the given green What is the true aquamarine The dancing feet the clapping sticks The moss-green emerald flashing ticks Of joyous dance and clapping too A kaleidoscopic point of view BELTAINE’s wisdom magically Brings the light to share

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Glastonbury’s rainbow

Glastonbury’s rainbow Etheric one might say The pot of golden ingots A source of light display A stroboscope of vapour A softness on the eyes Beyond the bridge where animals Begin to realise

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Beltaine ‘s greenery

Green faced forest merriment Beryl olivine See the greenwood verdancy And tiny eyes that shine Moss green lichens liken To the bottle-green desire Beltaine‘s firery ardour Of it I cannot tire

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Apple blossom time

Apple blossom time The reason for my rhyme Those delicious apples full of sweet In October will be complete Crisp and rosy juicy too Every morning all the dew And sunshine and the July rain Sees perfection once again.

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Heavy Raindrops

Heavy Raindrops drenched in hail Spring flowers buffeted might they fail Elegant tulips blossoms glow It’s cold enough it seems to snow A sky of porridge dripping grey Beech leaves born this month The day Welcomes coppery Lacey leaves The … 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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La Belle Tinne

Sounds like a blast Like a rave like a show Pagan attractions Where we go with the flow With Morris foot tapping And sincerity And people like Simon Well then it will be Marvellous La Belle Tinne

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Witches and Hares

Witches may ride on the long ears and skywards Be chased by the hunters with dogs who might fly Hares surface living, are always for giving Bright spells and immunity Which my dears is why The craft and the wizardry … Continue reading

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Morris the music I love

Mythago’s antics,dances and all A fine bunch of pagans Who answer our call With foot tapping wizardry And make up to show Jollity,happiness helping life flow Minstrelsy out pourings Vital refrains Melodious,hummable Recitative gains Thrumming and strumming And improvisation Stick … Continue reading

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Faery

Where the diminutive folk oft dwell The land of faery I know well The other worlds where trance and dream Are really not what it does seem Faery realms intensify In consciousness they multiply Obscure and potent spirit souls Creating … Continue reading

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Rosemary

There are sweet flowers On my Rosemary In the frosty shine Tiny lilac fairy bells Clearly it’s a sign Spring is around the corner The light is coming fast A blue sky tops the morning A magic spell be cast

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Awakenings at Imbolc

The magic of the unworldly At Imbolc we proclaim The epitome of divination It be the very same A spell and incantation. In darkness sat us three The witching time was prevalent A Stygian gloom was key Settled on top … Continue reading

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