Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

Rollrights ritual

Midway between the solstices and the equinox’s a cross quarter day important as we know Fairs, truces  and harvest days All about the culmination of the food we grow   yesterday at Rollrights the creaking gate  when pushed Exclaimed look … Continue reading

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Lughnasadh

Exciting times once again the First Harvest it is here its all about abundance And joy, no need for fear everything is ripening With all that sun and rain the season and the cycle Fruition YES again   the sun … Continue reading

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Lughnasdh

Lughnasdh or Lammas a time to celebrate its really the first harvest when the weather feels Just great hot and balmy Summer days Fruits ripe for the picking they provide those luscious flavours yes my friends hip hip hooray   … Continue reading

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Lughnasadh

A fine old Gaelic festival The Harvest Seasons here half way between the Summer Solstice and the Autumn Equinox its clear Lughnsadh, Samhain Imbolc, and  of  course Beltane the first Gaelic Festival Hear the Great God Lugh’s refrain gatherings and … Continue reading

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A Gothic Tale

Eel Marsh House imagine  it, unlived in On An island  once a day cut off by the tides the old house very very grey   only mythical beings and phantoms dare I say would even contemplate a stint by living … Continue reading

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Coyote

Do you think that  God Created a soul just to be trapped And take on the role Of trim for your neck Decoration thats all Canada goose they  should go to the wall Very deceitful Creepy  as hell trumped up … Continue reading

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Now you see it soon you won’t

We may as well just bomb the place strafe the neighbourhood a world heritage Neolithic monumental Could anyone be that stupid all those flint tools where lying below the surface And Grant Schapps doesnt care An unenviable  situation The Beaker … Continue reading

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Thoughtfuls

An alliance of the thoughtful of caring and sharing we have to be daring to take on those who want a new tunnel a dual carriageway nightmare our World Heritage site that stands good and true   put there with … Continue reading

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Sacrilege

A world heritage site in any light great stones ancestry Gazing off  of Salisbury  Plain a Neolithic plea   all around its footprint artifacts galore Stone Henge says it all to us Please come and explore my wondrously  honest  way … Continue reading

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The Hawthorn Sapling

The initiation was today one of the stalwarts came our way a sapling in a sparkling grove her working name  “Hawthorn” her stove is always full of scones and jam wild forested berries a lovely pan

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Summer Solstice at the Stone Henge

The longest day and the shortest night and though overcast and far from right weather wise the Cotswold souls met up again to relive their roles the talking stick had its special place to hear the news and share the … Continue reading

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Summer Solstice in the winking of an eye

The longest day and the shortest night Summer at last here Nature  is always good to us She Provides the crops most dear   the pandemic, a phenomena Some of the grey suits they contaminated the air waves in their … Continue reading

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Initiation

The Cotswold Initiation is veracity and more an honourable bevy of soulful friends with ritual at their core seeking words and wisdom and clarity and style an elegance and harmony with the sabbats all the while reflecting on the Natural … Continue reading

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Universities make me sick

John Hopkins University And so many more besides Are inappropriate and wilful Behind closed doors oft hides Disrespect and mismanagement Irreverence there too Paltriness and meanness Doing what they do Owls these wise wild nocturnal souls Captured and portrayed As … Continue reading

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Stone henge

A world heritage Neolithic site In the whole wide world the only one And its just down to some Minister That itself does stun The average soul I have to say What we do have here Has so much reverence … Continue reading

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Seen in the Chiltern Hills at Ringshall a tiny hamlet

A counter charm cometh One warm April day Where Beech and Oak stand guard And one’s personal rhythym May hover they say Seeking truth Between awareness and ignorance we Its the realms of consciousness That we suddenly see A spirit … Continue reading

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Road kill and Neolithic remains

Today I drove to Oxfordshire To the ancient ROLLRIGHT Stones It was dull when I left Hertfordshire But by lunch time many tones From the light intensely vivid And every kind of hue Depicted on the roadsides Produced a scintillating … Continue reading

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The Jinmenken

Twas an eerie darkness In old Japan Glazed eyes tired mind And I began To imagine things Magically they Looked back at us Like wearisome fae All Seemed surprised By us And one did say Leave us do We have … Continue reading

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Stone Henge

Come with me be wild and free The Druid orders constancy Robed and well Each ancestral spell Cast diligently The great plain we see The chalk below And earthworks deem Well trodden paths Where rituals seem The ancient emboldened corvidae … Continue reading

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StoneHenge

A message from the heart to Grant Shapps MP Enlightenment and true respect And longevity The unconscionable continuance The incessant flowing meme STONEHENGE iN perpetuity A continuance to dream. For ever and for always For as long as men have … Continue reading

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Merlina

Merlina’s dead Though some might smile Legends these days Are off their dial The Tower of London Had a Raven A bird goddess Of great style One Of seven but now She has died Its bad for us Though thats … Continue reading

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Tiers for souvenirs a druidic lament

Yule the fuel Of thoughtfulness Of compassion And of endings The ancient Stone Henge Secreted on the marvellous Salisbury Plain There where druids Come to feel their ancestral Spirit rising Sadly the pandemic Put the dampers on us again The … Continue reading

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Healing women

Healing women Why should they be Looked down upon If it were me A women found with A healing streak Using herbs and potions I would surely seek Out her knowledge For let me say Healing women Compared to today … Continue reading

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The time of day

Lacy branches Leaflessly Allows the November Sun to be Hiding gazing Meditation A bird or two Find their salvation Black of feather Underside of slate and purple Far and wide Defiance in a daring way Challenging The time of day

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Holly (wood)

A tinne a bar of iron Forged deep in a fire Using holly the charcoal A chieftan would he tire God of thunder A warrior whose spirit Males intent No nobler tree In all the wood Evergreen was meant Flowers … Continue reading

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Stone Henge

Grant Shapps He is no mystic No Druid, Witch Not he He approved a two mile Tunnel Under the stones And we Sit back and gaze at the Neolithic grandeur as we pass The henge Known the world over And … Continue reading

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My little dryad friend

A tree nymph I once met Who lived in an old oak tree She told me she was greek They are shy, normally I told her I had three names Rex william artemis And she was just drawn to me … Continue reading

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The cucking stool

To the so called men Or judges who dared Ever to say Healing caring women Should suffer and should pay The obtuseness and stupidity Of men who thought they had The right to torture healers Their aloofness more than sad … Continue reading

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Hecate

Tell me How tall was Hecate It all feels greek to me Associated with crossroads Night lights, and witchcraft she be A kind of Titan goddess Her domains the sky the earth the sea A lot of followers loved her … Continue reading

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My Hazel Staff

Poetry and intuition Thats my Hazel staff An affinity with water From ancient woodland Half as olde As One Methusela Mercury its deity Its gender being masculine Ruled by the sun Where heat is free Good for wands And divining … Continue reading

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