Category Archives: Ethereal Poems

A Sunday in Oxfordshire A celebration The fifty fourth birthday Of a special soul A raven haired lovely A witch Good and true A quintessence quality One of the few Long Compton’s history a magickal haunt Where covens of witches … Continue reading →

A raven called oblivion And a wolf called expectation Assumed they could be friends for life Which filled them with elation If only I could fly the wolf said If only I could howl No matter said the wise old … Continue reading →

Dragging ones heart Remembering rainbows Where can my pretty witch be Casting her spells With some sweet little shells Down by the blue of the sea I feel talismanic But I must not panic My unicorn Where can he be … Continue reading →

AShridge bathed in sunlight An old oak decked in green Subtle hues conflicted views The most magickal of scene On the grass Was laid a sheet Our chairs And an array Of salad dips and olives And what was a … Continue reading →

A cave dwelling soul seeking Goddess laments Looks out at the horizon Using her sixth sense Such paean raptures Under the moon Across a bounteous sea Where she feels so in tune Being alone for some its despair But for … Continue reading →

The fighting men are likened to the termites That we see Scurrying about their world With such legitimacy Enacting all the regulations Following the laws Riding down the valley path And hearing the applause Enchanted by the lilac waves Of … Continue reading →

In the darkness I, illuminate your world With my light festooned with gold Man says he came But only hurled Abusive spewed out flotsam Conned the people in his stride Through the darkness feel my shadows If you wish to … Continue reading →

Faery land hail drops Orange attire Dark living necklaces Meaningful fire Magickal orbs A melange of soul And with all that light I feel harmony’s role In the art of the moment A pallete of sorts That garner and structure … Continue reading →

Existence as we perceive it Mummification apparently Was not the platonic action of the saints That you and me Imagine despite Hammer And the glorious Christopher LEe The bodies wrapped in swaddling And bandaged up you see Essentially were said … Continue reading →

THe arena of life Whose forests we know A warrioress with that kind Of glow A great alder shield In the hustings alone Taking on ignorance That others have sown Some protect all Others turn away Some believe lies And … Continue reading →

In the grotto light of Clearwell A damsel dare I say In her beautiful crimson top Such gloriousness dear fae The iron ore rock resplendent As its ancientness devours The darkness offers contemplation And her sweeping powers Love I know … Continue reading →

a carpet of creativeness Inventiveness Such innovation Faeries with their bonnets glowing Sylph like souls Unique self sowing Welcoming the sunlight Life giver of the whole Extracting subtle colours With a rareness and a role A mouthful of nectar For … Continue reading →

Realness and reality Undeniable fact The fundamental life force And how we all react To the individuality The substance and the sum The enduring the immortal What is a rule of thumb The ballet of the forest All the players … Continue reading →

Being blind has never stopped us seeing For though my eyes see darkness In my mind is so much light It floods into my consciousness And my imagination Honestly it now is at its height Beside the river I can … Continue reading →