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Imbolc what is it and why do we celebrate ?

A new year Full of expectation And hope eternal where Grey skies are still in our face But we are more aware That The days are a getting longer And despite the frost and cold We Just passed imbolc When … Continue reading

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The ASh Tree

Fraxinus Excelsior Which sounds a grand intro Derived From the olive family And, can this tree grow Up to sixty feet Way up into the sky Its branches sweeping backwards And no viper will ever lie Close around or near … Continue reading

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Rowan

The Rowan is a faerie tree An ancient sacred soul Its seems it originated From ambrosia the goal Of the goddess Hebe In Her magickal chalice She Lost a cup to the demons And charged her eagle To get it … Continue reading

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Anon the tree of life

Getting together Slowly over time A gathering we Formed a grove of deciduous friends A forest for the free Expression of the lot of us A community let’s say Incorporating dwarf and tall In a truely natural way Each one … Continue reading

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Hawthorn diviner of water

A thorny disposition An attitude of mind A phenomenal creation Where lovers might unwind A quintessential hedge of Such significance for all A provider of such wealth For feral souls when they Do call Thankful to its feathered friends For … Continue reading

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Rollrights

Eternity perpetuity Who knows how long it all will be Those standing stones Above whose bones The soldiers who once free Stood with their king About to bring Credence to Their cause When a witch came by And with a … Continue reading

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WIllow wonderment

From a twig a simple twig I fell to earth And I could feel The life force It excited me That I could be A Willow Tree In essence absolutely Tangible was I The sap drawn from the River’s edge … Continue reading

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Metaphor’s

The religion of poetry Metaphors they Cannot be told in the Light of the day The height of persuasion And great harmony Was the crafte of those souls Who were born and were free THe greatest spell weaver Enchantress of … Continue reading

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The marvel of magic

In essence around us Are magickal things Essentially purposeful And what that brings Real perpetuity Essentially so From all thats around us That most people know The trees of the forest The fruit on the trees The stones and the … Continue reading

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Did it come from RUTLAND or BATH

Its housed now in Cannon Street In the city of London where This block of Clipsham oolitic limstone Is there for all to share Part of a stone circle Or palace pillar it Sits there feeling lonely And I am … Continue reading

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Digitalis and the open sea

One purple foxglove Stands proud in the strong wind, That grabs me today Inside the barrow I sat with my thoughts And the sounds of the sea Not that far away Down the steep cliffs To the perpetual motion The … Continue reading

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Darkness

Inside the barrow In its complete darkness I sit on my stool And its as if my eyes are Closed to what is outside Of my being All seeing all freeing And hearing my call Who else may have sat … Continue reading

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The Raven

A raven found its haven In an attic down the street A great place for him to stay awhile Food there and some heat And as a very intelligent bird Lots of things to do Discovering what the human kind … Continue reading

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IT be the Bronze age on Dartmoor where I be living

The sky hasnt changed Just a bit newer To a passer by 4000 years ago who Lived in the valley Down by the grove Not far from the Dart Whose river of mauve Of silver of gold every colour On … Continue reading

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GELA and the mindful of the bronze age

They had wisdom and understanding Their capacity for thought The sun and moon they realized Such imagination caught They spent their time outside more Light and heat ensured Their permanent existence Which couldn’t be ignored It was the penetration Their … Continue reading

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SAtish Kumar and DARTMOOR

From Rajastan Satish came forth in search Of greener climes The thought of death And regaining breath Through the seasons and the times The books he had read of England And its green and pleasant land Of course became a … Continue reading

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Bucking the trend and the history

From the neolithic period Hunter gathers realised There was no milage in the Hunting scheme of things Surprise surprise! They Decided though it was thought to be Much harder to grow food That became the order of their day However … Continue reading

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Arch druid

Respect The only archdruid A women with insight Judgement knowledge Its all there Affable kind Willing to share Considerate Good tempered too Unruffled Let me say to you Respect you earn Respect and I Knowing you Well I can fly … Continue reading

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Wolves

Animals whatever have a right to life It seems to me the wolf and others But the wolf has seen such strife Persecuted vehemently Ruthlessly lets say Has been subject to such ignorance All along the way Overwhelmed by arrogance … Continue reading

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The wilds

When you live in the wilds You learn how to call To mimic the wind Is fhe wolves living rule The emotional life blood The marrow of mind The trait of the tender Who come from behind The kinship of … Continue reading

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Church

My church in the forest The ritual my circle The river the cornfields The standing stones where Beyond the sky My unending kingdom Below the sod to the core Where some lie Where bones of the dead Many victims of … Continue reading

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The glistening

Where boney bodies lost to time Reached down into the sod to lime A keen attraction to the cream Sylvatics or fagus dream Carolled by nightingales is she Wood pigeons too will sit on thee Can it be the great … Continue reading

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To me it is proven

The power of the proven The profusion of grace The female persuasion The eternal embrace The love hate desire Of the true female form The felicitous haven Sensuously warm Risen from a womb From a room in a soul The … Continue reading

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Where?

Where did we come from And where do we go The heartbeat an ally A percussive show Elation created in all of us,we Heralded dawn And the freedom to be Ourselves in the light In the great melting pot We … Continue reading

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Awen

An embryo that tasks the mind That splits the intellect To find A filip of the unique kind That rapidly can just unwind Magick plain and simple Where creativity you can share Almost from just anywhere Imagery and to be … Continue reading

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What is ancient about the forest

Lichens stamp their mark and give the air such purity Creating such emotion out of true longevity In passages below the ground webs of fungal fruit VAliant corms sprout everywhere in readiness to root Great fronds of moss and air … Continue reading

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Thats no balloon that is the moon

The mother of all planetary influences she Evolved so long ago controlling tides effectively Suggested by so many to illuminate the soul Full of new and crescented she lives up to her role DIana knew her significance the richness in … Continue reading

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The oracle

A raven made a prophecy Supposedly a while ago He sat and watched a thousand men Dragging sarsons through the snow Stone henge on a grassy plain He thought that they were All insane But watched and learned And remained … Continue reading

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The forest of angels

Behold the timeless forest Great drama we may see The players clad in their own skins Coming out to be Themselves among the sentinels The dancing spirits who Shake their leaves like tambourines To the beat thats often true There … Continue reading

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Thoughts of a tethered owl in a Japanese retail store

Walking on two legs With two soft downy wings to fly Into what is freedom The vastness of the sky At once with a philosophy A consciousness A need Unlike the Japanese retailer Who just wants to feed His profit … Continue reading

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