Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

A heavily wooded shady lane A rusty gate to where A path looks down on Chipping Norton A hillock green and fair The rollright stones From neolithic times Rest peacefully Where A labyrinth and brilliant light Is there for all … Continue reading →

Wiltshire boasts chalk downlands A largely treeless tract A place buzzing with energy And how people react To seeing Stonehenge closeup Rising from the green To assimilate with Nature Which apparently has been A constancy for aeons Its genuineness complete … Continue reading →

Streams of consciousness Prevailing. meandering skywards. Even sailing Reticulation An obliqueness Waviness and undulation The kingsmen gathered A ring of armour Turned to stone For everymore Comptons witch what did she utter Know one knows know one is sure Cotsworld … Continue reading →

May the Beltaine month When birds when trees and flowers Come into their own And show the results of the many hours Spent growing Out of the compost And dancing with the light Each revelation clearly Of significance so bright … Continue reading →

The clang of the gate And the dusty old way Through the gleam of the trees And their spangled display Atop of the hill looking Across to the sky Over Chipping Norton Where the bright fire and eye Stare back … Continue reading →

In anticipation I came to this pool Where providence wakens and I hear its call Tranquillity surfaces insight and grace Its imagery working all over the place In my wildest dreams I put on my dress Walk through the forest … Continue reading →

Click on the photo And see the true glory Of my protective Rosemary And her evergreen story Flowering, each frond A meaningful drift Her essence her spirit A literal lift To the senses Configured her fanciful stance Her rhapsodic image … Continue reading →

With the daffodile pushing Up through the cold sod A dusting of snow flutters down Which feels odd Spring’s clearly sprung Yet Winter appears To cling on to its spot With its ensuing fears Thistledown light forms Blown here and … Continue reading →

No vivid colours to speak of The hedge and the copse of a hue Recently snow from the heavens Had fallen and it had frozen the dew Ravens and long tailed tits already nesting Caught out by the season too … Continue reading →

Light and thrust and energy Vigour life and intensity Vim and zip And dynamics there And an undertaking and a need To share A month before the ice and the snow Worked to freeze The sod below But now the … Continue reading →

Consciousness awakening The blameless of the blame The artfulness and playfulness Of the snowdrops little game That push out through the frozen sod And up towards the sky Taking on the wind chill And its icy curdling cry Sends its … Continue reading →

More light doth shine and we feel whole Again and in the stable where Ewes give milk to hungry young Filled with a sense of being there Brigid brings her fire to bear The stove the hearth the cauldon where … Continue reading →

A nip in the air A feeling so rare The teeth start to chatter Goose bumps everywhere Arctic conditions A snowstorm of white Snowflakes that whisper Each having a bite Whose hypothermic Each man of snow With carrots for eyes … Continue reading →

Ginger cloves and cinnamon All fiery sun blessed they Bring passion to our magick And clarity a way Ginger really adds its power Its good On frosty days Added to warm drinks by the fire It is worthy of praise … Continue reading →

Twelve miles west of Stornoway Those megaliths stand tall Once swallowed by the ancient peat When a farmer with a wall on his mind was searching for stones And did unearth The signs of what they really were And realised … Continue reading →

Plant it at yule And then it will be ready at Beltaine On your altar to see Its white floral bells Out of sheaths of dark green It has a sweet perfume And enjoys a damp scene Its a magickal … Continue reading →

Imagine yourselves as one of the Brigantes One of the true Celtic Clan Brittania derived from those tribal warriors Clearly the fiercest of man Brigid who was the great mother A true triple goddess was she Close to the healers … Continue reading →

Its dark its cold its uncomfortable And these days energy Is expensive so what do we do We shiver yes maybe Windchill can be piercing Perhaps it is a time To recharge all our batteries And purposefully to climb Into … Continue reading →

The log known as the Yule Log Always needs to be Gifted never ever bought And importantly Each years log needs a slow burn Of, ofcourse 12 days Put out on the 12th and saved When its then worthy of … Continue reading →

With darkness and stillness comes Light from the Pole The great bear a source of light Spreading its role Providing inspiration an embryo Where Beginnings determine Those moments to share Capability and power And a potent desire To be well-connected … Continue reading →

300 sq miles of chalk grassland Half of it is owned By the Ministery of Defence All of that is zoned Eight million shells Fired all about Thousands unexploded And underneath these areas We understand its loaded With ancient villsge … Continue reading →