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Beltaine 7/5

LIght the bale fires Watch them burning Dance the maypole We keep turning Weave those ribbons Are we yearning Hearts as one The seat of learning Spring fertility We can feel it SUmmers ability Where does it sit Its a … Continue reading

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Dublin

Below the famous cobbles Theres a river running free Beehive rooms and neolithic caverns Where there be Piles of rocks all piled up And cavernous displays Evidence of pagan worship And medieval leys THe River Poddle Took the viking long … Continue reading

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It could only be England

Blue Bells and hailstones The realness attested The dandelions roared With their confident smile Without being negative The Hawthorn threw blossom Scented and gorgeous Mile after mile With the fae in the meadows The clocks ticking quietly The breeze sends … Continue reading

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Avebury thats in Wiltshire

Avebury rose in my estimation To hanker in my soul A metaphysical realization Of existence as a role With little mechanization But for the power of man Great obelisks stand silent Long centuries they span Enduring the eyes of many … Continue reading

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Beltaine

Beltaine is upon us The arctic wind is too We have had all the spring bulbs out Rising with the dew We saw the many dandelions Advance and go to seed And now we see the bluebell gangs And hear … Continue reading

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Forsythia

Forsythia’s blaze of yellow Is heralded at Spring Ostara draws emotions And to our eyes does bring Great anticipation A beautiful embrace The olive families treasure Brimstone at a pace Named after William Forsyth A Scottish Botanist A deciduous shrub … Continue reading

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Eostra at the Trinity and a gift of Gaia

Trinity A corner Of Harrow Afternoon We had actually found the place So that was opportune First impressions Old A private bar and a big TV Upstairs to another bar A private place where we Met Mary, and some of … Continue reading

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EOSTRA in HARROW with Mary and Friends and the beloved Milk Witch or Dandelion

OEstra brings its welcome to the sanity of all The influence of light and sun Gives passion to the call Prides of golden Dandelions roar knowingly for they Are proving that the fear around And the dangers now at play … Continue reading

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Slaves and captors

Short termism injustice misguided All along SEA WORLD and the other corporations All are wrong Their concern is profit And the balance sheet thats all Compassion and an empathy for life Its not their achool Of thought they are unseeing … Continue reading

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Labyrinth

A meandering oath of intricacy Shifting and lifting snd drifting To be Such a life force composed As a song Rollrights enblazoned the stones all along With back bent broadcasting The seed’s winding way A quiet affirmation A teaching some … Continue reading

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Willow

Short lived infact in the philosophy Of existence one might say Undeniably its beautiful In a truly peaceful way An individuality loving the water so In essence its long sweeping branches Where cool waters flow The sort of constitution A … Continue reading

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ALDER The tree of the now

Creation presents its realization Its sum and its substance Its perpetual relation History really the bedrock of soul The fundamentals that gave each their role The essential nature The enduring tree The forest the grove Where I to be In … Continue reading

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The henge and the rainbow

A crescent of colours Sunbeams and rain A great shimmering spangle It happened again The inner child wakens So whats that about The gold thats on offer Without any doubt Its obvious really The henge is alight A tonal intensity … Continue reading

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ROLL RIGHTS

NEolithic and Megalithic Not far from Long Compton,made Up of oolitic limestone The Whispering Knights Or so they claim Were the first A dolmen, a burial place of sorts Followed by the Kings Men Always in our thoughts The third … Continue reading

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Intelligible to them

They had developed clarity For living on the land Gave them the exposure Which helped them understand They had that visible evidence The horizon they could see It all was recognizable Eye-catching strikingly And they possessed true intellect Reasoning power … Continue reading

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Behold the golden Daffodils

SPring’s clarion call of goldenness The daffodil who has been Underneath the winter snow and frost Where in that lean icy under foot place It has swollen and has shown Its green tips to the waiting skies Yes Mother Nature … Continue reading

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The great henge of stone

Local stone Great dolmens Erected stressed and we Can not only feel the weight Upon those shoulders But can see The smaller stones Important too Relegated there The altar stone so magnificent Suggesting all were aware From the Prescelly Mountains … Continue reading

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AVEBURY

The Bell Beaker People A resolute tribe Brought bronze to britain They loved to imbibe The wild grapes the wine from them Took on a joy A magickal feeling Which all did employ NEolithic Farmers Lived off the land They … Continue reading

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SOng for Oestra

I am Zakoor the druid The bard all in red Butterflies and trees Are not all in my head They fly from the high skies And settle on me Tears in my eyes folks Are what you now see Rollrights … Continue reading

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Eostra at the Rollright stones

LIGHT now can you see it So much more clearly Looking down at Chipping in the valley Dancing with its gown the reckoning of time By BEDE, a Dawn Goddess is she Exuding joy and blessings Clad in white oh … Continue reading

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AVEBURY

AVebury’s great circles Envelop minds eyes Every souls urge Is sacredness wise Ancient sights Far off lights HAckpen Hill as we Walk the ridgeway over yonder Hewn so solidly SIlbury Hill, The Sanctuary THe Avenue The Barrows Elves and wooden … Continue reading

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There is nothing common about the raven

They mate for life Each serenade Bonding as they do A song bird And their every word Is love their lifetime through Tis true the wolves and ravens Are the sages for wise they be Master mentors mindful And their … Continue reading

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Come with me

Come with me will you To a place where so few Eyes could have spotted her beautiful form Where she just set the scene And was her own storm A magickal soul Who just did belong Who could run with … Continue reading

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Avalon

Where is the isle of Apples? Its in Avalon, away Over the tor are you sure Really no one can ignore To the land of the fae Where pink and white frills dance A while in april through to May … Continue reading

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Fear of the forest

Fear man fear Of the forest woodland It moves it clambers Its everywhere Ancient wildness Can you feel it The energy It wants to share Dangling strangling tangling Branches softwoods hardwoods Made aware Renewal its really now the lifes blood … Continue reading

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Carrion Crow

Its, the devil of a life To be a carrion crow People think thats all we eat Is dead stuff as you know Really thats a human trait So perhaps humans should be Carrion humans in a nutshell Thats if … Continue reading

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Veronica

A women who broke into The patriarchal set Performing it divinely Not because they let Her just because she wanted to To give that air of grace Strength in the matriachal sense Creating her own space Druidic spiritual Practice A … Continue reading

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Imbolc celebration at Clearwell caves

Today we entered a world away From influences negative stepped back in time All warriors Pathfinders that all shared The climb A slow procession Into a place Hewn from the rock The edge the face Into the chasm Where energy … Continue reading

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Imbolc (72 lines) ritual at clearwell

Iron ore and ochre Thats what they get 4500 years of real sweat Thousands of acres of trees Everywhere ST Briavels Royal Forest Of Dean All can share Deep in the rocks we are Down here today Yellow and purple … Continue reading

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Magickal Snowdrops

Out of the mists comes the white souls of Imbolc A spectre of ermine and fresh fallen snow Tis there where the faeries would dance in the morning Before the light comforts the path where I go As gentle as … Continue reading

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