Category Archives: The fae

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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Coppery magick

a miracle on the Copper Beech Leaves they just appeared a beautiful light copper soft and Summery tears the first few weeks quite tasty in salads easy too the  best is lunch or dinner its, what foragers do with some … Continue reading

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Rosemary Blossoms

Rosemary  Blossoms her lilac frills Mclad in such finery it gives us the chills when big hairy bumble and honey bee Brown come to collect pollen its then when we drown   in the riches of Bee Land wings buzzing … Continue reading

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The little bronze faery

I am a little bronze faery I sit  by the books its a bit cold in here the ASHP  looks good on the outside but inside its cold i dont have thick clothes not when I was sold   they … Continue reading

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Mullein and the sable haired goddess

A lady fair with sable hair she swears by the Mullein the most woolly of the plants a naturopath  skills a maiden of chance   those woolly  leaves maybe Adams Flannel perhaps beggars blanket A healing channel   verbascum thapsus … Continue reading

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“Moonwort” also called Herb twopence

The Moonwort also Sunshoe Horse a tiny little soul likes to grow on heaths and dunes in open woods the flow of energy apparent feminine it be ruled by the Moon from high above honest there’s the key its Powers … Continue reading

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Rollrights and beyond

The creaking gate a portal to a Neolithic place shrouded in a weave of trees seclusion and such grace in essence where quiescence and a stillness and tranquillity opens minds to a gaping fold of meadows sweet and symphony   … Continue reading

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There is magic everywhere

Its October and Samhuin will soon see thinning paths to those who came Before  and left  to journey far the ritual fire  the coloured flame the old brick walls of varying hues accosted by the seeds of time greys and … Continue reading

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Rubus 2

As a child I remember with mum and dad I liked going blackberrying under the sky its eminence reaches the hedgerows and climbs forms beautiful arches creating the rhymes The wildest of brambles Does its  own thing as wild as … Continue reading

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The Ash Tree Celtic tree of now 18/2-17/3

The Ash grabs all the light It can Its pinnate leaves Provide a plan A dampish base A lime rich soil Whether Oak or Ash It seems to boil Down to Ash when the liming Grows Where Dogwood and Privet … Continue reading

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It blew me away

It clear blew me away To the islands of fae Where the white maidens Dance Its one great Celtic chance To see with my eyes The ultimate prize In the forest of Thorn Where green mosses adorn The silvery papery … Continue reading

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Aesculus Hippocastanum and the Barn owl

The flower symbol of Kiev The capital of Ukraine KIER A developer With quite a lot to gain Four beautiful flowering Conker trees Offering bounteous shade Growing in a rich green veld Where wildness had been laid A thing of … Continue reading

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Faeries

Matilde and Lisa two faeries I knew They danced where the toadstools and Mushroom rings grew With magickal enchantments some Mortals can see And are often bewitched by their curious qi The souls of the plant kingdom cometh and they … Continue reading

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Chartreuse

From a forest in France Chartreuse can be seen A greenness and verdancy She is the queen Of the Fae so they say A lady most fair The most profound of spirits That ever was there One midsummers morning The … Continue reading

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