Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

Half way between Summer Solstice and the Autumn Equinox

Posted on August 2, 2019 by Rex Tyler

August brings its warmth and warm abundance To the fore Harvest time when fruits are bursting And grains to fill our store The sun and moon together Resplendent in the sky Corn dollies representing The harvest mother, I Love this … Continue reading →

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Only the unenlightened could ever put them down

Posted on July 28, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Firmness of purpose Will to be free Independent and determined The Corvidae be Beyond magickal really Minded to say Resolute charmers An inescapable way Of being together A family of sorts Instinctive and intuitive With predestined thoughts They are never … Continue reading →

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Imber some thoughts

Posted on June 28, 2019 by Rex Tyler

An ancient village on Salisbury Plain A quiet little place Where the saddest refrain Came from one Albert Nash A Blacksmith who worked With clinker and ash With honourable clients Wanting his wares His forty year stint Well nothing compares … Continue reading →

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Summer Solstice at Stonehenge Sunday 23rd June 2019

Posted on June 24, 2019 by Rex Tyler

All The rain had brought such lushness A realism that The sun had worked its magick And we all knew we were at Stonehenge its that sweet caressing Light depicting scene emphasising pigments You so know that you have been … Continue reading →

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Clarity

Posted on June 22, 2019 by Rex Tyler

As to light Notice it’s clarity It assists even old eyes Surprise The light supplies A extra brightness I surmise Many actual shades of green On just one single tree Patterning and verdure And sage all willowy striations celebrations Of … Continue reading →

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MOON DAISIES at Midsumme

Posted on June 21, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Moon Daisies really happily In avalanches cajole And offer souls the light And presence Seemingly their role Alongside Wild Roses delicately Placed sweeping downwards from on high Into verges vast and flowing Spectacular in every way In the hawthorn tangle … Continue reading →

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Alban Hegin

Posted on June 21, 2019 by Rex Tyler

The light of the shore Lets try to explore The earth and the sea and the sky Its where so much happens The glory and power The solar god crowned by the goddess And how From that moment on the … Continue reading →

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Summer solstice

Posted on June 13, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Perched upon a chalky plain A Neolithic burial site Far off shadows emanate Skyscape wildly offering Closer to the longest day When sunlight infiltrates the soul Robed and gazing Probled and raising Consciousness and spells of ardour The light in … Continue reading →

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A look at the Mari people

Posted on June 8, 2019 by Rex Tyler

A time of darkness rules the Volga river Places where Mari people close to land and forest Tried to share A closeness to the landscape Animists were they Believing there were spirits In their environment the way Was open for … Continue reading →

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Purslane

Posted on May 17, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Hog weed moss rose verolaga Other names for the Purslane It hugs the ground Thats what I have found And likes the heat Again Its element is water And its Feminine ruled by the moon Love and luck and happiness … Continue reading →

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Broadway Caerleon Stones

Posted on May 14, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Deleterious and corrosive Are rhe vandAls that we see Desecrating medieval monuments That be Fashioned some two thousand years Ago and were buried by Tons and tons of earth And now they feel the sky Above them giving them New … Continue reading →

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Beltaine at the rollrights

Posted on April 28, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Theres a great thrash of cloud Its pink and its blue A stillness apparent I be clueless too A true celebration Of freshness ahead The bunting the streamers Have gone to my head Clad in our multitude Robed up and … Continue reading →

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an investigation into the Secret lives of MOLES

Posted on April 10, 2019 by Rex Tyler

“loves labour lost” The wayward mole A solitary soul A subterranean warrior Who really owns his role A tunneller supremo In the nether regions he Its the sesamoid bone That works his wrist So very significantly Assists his digging prowess … Continue reading →

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Columbine (aquilegia)

Posted on April 9, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Its been around since time Began Indigenous they say It used to be called The culfrewort or pigeon plant its way appears to me Enjoying of the ancient climes Steeped in mystery Its kind of in abundance In my garden … Continue reading →

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Scotland the Naive

Posted on April 3, 2019 by Rex Tyler

The mountain hare Is so aware Lives high Where their heads Touch the sky The fairy folk In the dew soak They are magickal And hear the call Benevolent Such charity Their responsiveness In parity With the mountain climes With … Continue reading →

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Gorse (furze)

Posted on March 25, 2019 by Rex Tyler

The open country now displaying Sunshine yellow everywhere Brimstone sulphur Lemon honey It’s bold sprays ofcourse we share Fertility is ripe with reason Every month of every year Likes to grow alone And thorny An invasive legume that is clear … Continue reading →

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Staff of Dawn

Posted on March 23, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Apple wood From Neolithic ideas long ago Forms the cup to hold the smoky Quartz That you love so Silicon dioxide Life giving cycles do From ancient granite deposits Irradiation true HEKATE the Thracian goddess Of wisdom and the dark … Continue reading →

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No greater love story

Posted on March 22, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Betulaceau a family tree A lover for life Extraordinary Admiration for one so bold A prodigy on it I am sold Enigmatic a surprising tree Who loves the fen lands And there they be Feet in the water Peat saturated … Continue reading →

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A poem for a twitter friend from Avalon

Posted on March 19, 2019 by Rex Tyler

The woods have many varied splendours Hiding in the shadows where Foxes and badgers voles and shrews And even the illusive Hare Whose magick is all supposing Bestower of such light Whose ebulliance and affection Can be observed at night … Continue reading →

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Vernal Equinox (Alban Eilir)

Posted on March 17, 2019 by Rex Tyler

The Vernal Equinox Provides the thinkers Of the light Thats being drawn back to us The dynamics of delight From the 18 of March The Alder represented by the That tree Its reign to dry up Winters Floods And open … Continue reading →

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Cherry (immortality and Divination)

Posted on March 11, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Marescence is a peculiar trait For the cherry Its holds its leaves It will not let them go Not until the new flush Of the next Spring comes to bear Purposeful and affirming It does share Its burnished pewter bark … Continue reading →

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The Oak

Posted on March 10, 2019 by Rex Tyler

All of them are silent friends In unchallenged supremacy Stands the oak Its massive strength Its grandeur The tree of life for me An Oak A lover of the eternal light A great force to be reckoned with Behold the … Continue reading →

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Catnip

Posted on March 8, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Catnip loves sunlight From Venus it be ruled by the water And feminity Nepeta Cataria Of the Lamiaceau Mints and deadnettle Where ere we go Elliptical leaf forms Bilabiate lip flowers Was drunk long ago In England Its powers Soporific … Continue reading →

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Hawthorns under the poets eyes

Posted on February 26, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Hedgerows up and down the country Flourish in a twinkling they Undoubtedly offer indigenous growth Every single day Country roads have an abundance Of wild plants many who Live around the Hawthorn and share the hedge lined stew They can … Continue reading →

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

Posted on February 24, 2019 by Rex Tyler

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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The enchanted ones

Posted on February 20, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Wonderland clearly can be anywhere A mysterious place Where the wild ones may share Imaginary and bewildering Creatures abiding Exquisite and worthy And always confiding In copses and glens In tunnels in setts Where the earth weird and wonderful Surely … Continue reading →

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Wolund the smith-god

Posted on February 5, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Out here in Oxfordshire The skies are big Near Uffington Castle Near Ashbury A neolithic long barrow Of sarsen stones Interestingly Close to The Ridgeway In wooded green Where paths and copses Set the scene A son of the great … Continue reading →

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Imbolc

Posted on February 3, 2019 by Rex Tyler

Snowflakes wet and beautiful Flower like,fall away The festival of Imbolc It be Brigids day Patron of the flocks of sheep And little lambs that play Lactating ewes spread the good news On this 2nd day She be venerated in … Continue reading →

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A faerie story

Posted on December 21, 2018 by Rex Tyler

FRom 1650 to 1850 The White Hart coaching Inn Serviced the routes from Bath and Bridgewater Creating quite a din The stables at the rear Where the horses took their rest When all of that was torn down And the … Continue reading →

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Agaricus fly a magickal tale for Jan Vlonk

Posted on December 19, 2018 by Rex Tyler

In the far off shrouds Where great mists and clouds Were born of forests dark In September they Where green ivy’s climb And where nature gifts Do stray Under Birch and Pine We can see a sign Of the magickal … Continue reading →

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