Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

December’s sun sweeps up the grass It does stun Every hue every pigment And what has it done To eyes that can see and imagine below Its great orb of gold and its Snow white halo Which Spreads down the … Continue reading →

A grey mist had descended Hand fasted with the sky And icy rain kept falling Down on us from on high It really was uncomfortable With a wind chill that was raw It really did cut me in half When … Continue reading →

Despite all the austerity They are burning fire tonight Rockets splashing through the sky With lots of coloured light Thunder claps just everywhere A smoke filled sky here too Crackling sparkling thumping sounds That animals will view Booms and clangs … Continue reading →

BEsoma Bonnet She lived upon it Where? In the forest of glow She lived with her mother A witch like no other But no one around there did know Who blended the tall weeds The berries the dry seeds With … Continue reading →

Absoluteness There she was Her potentiality Really so becoming Immortal possibly Of birch And ash stake Tied with osier binding At her waist With her infectious laughter And her marvellous taste BEsoma was amazing She lived near whirly hill And … Continue reading →

Can you feel the energy Whose hand do you now feel Is it warm or cold as ice Tell me is it real? Is it someone’s ancestor Called back through the veil Looking out to Chipping Norton Look at her … Continue reading →

The Cotswold Order of Druids met At the Greedy Goose the day was set Fair and crisp, for a good retreat At A warm and friendly place to eat Above was a blue and dappled sky And mercifully the day … Continue reading →

The underworld has sent her queen To lead the merry dance And how resplendent she appears Her nature to enhance Each year it’s the last harvest A dance of dying souls The grain the fruit the animals All or some … Continue reading →

There is often a wide sheet of blue in the sky And the sun comes out after rain and does dry We see a few rainbows and leaves falling down And all kinds of colours the great Gais’s gown Swept … Continue reading →

A ripe old Beech, a noble soul, now looks the worse for wear its role, was once of sacredness And so now, it’s all fenced off I wonder how, It feels alone tired and sick, nobody comes it’s nuts to … Continue reading →

Shaded never faded eyes Aided such I realise Anastasiia Dasha Galina Beautiful boughs All the more greener Flowers in awe Petals too A basket of them Fresh and new Seated high on a great limb Out their really on a … Continue reading →

A metaphor for the cyclic state Of birth death and rebirth John Barleycorn whose avid joy A grain with so much worth With rose coloured and gold lashes On the Andes you should see A grass grown in that windswept … Continue reading →

Fanged and taloned beckoning she Her bloody garments hanging free Spirits of the violent death On battlefields don’t hold your breath Ripping souls from those men who Took flight to death And thus did woo Were torn apart by bloody … Continue reading →

Absolute authenticity It painstakingly creates A really honest feeling Through candlelight one waits For daylight to relieve the pulse Of the Natural world out there That releases all its energy For everyone to share The darkness though is prevalent In … Continue reading →

It penetrates the psyche With its slow and wicked gait Unrighteous and iniquitous It just feels like a date With guilt and culpability Back in the time before A pilgrim family in New ENgland Who found themselves at war With … Continue reading →

The besom the dry sticks of Autumn Fly in the face of us all The bold complex flavour That many now savour The wild herbs that answer the call In the forest of moonbeams The colourful light streams The mints … Continue reading →

Water flowing Yellow blossoms falling Panels of reflection Mirrored with desire MElusine her laughter Was part of her gentle fire Popping frothing bursting forth A veil of soft perfume Sunken in her softness Deep within her womb Existence of a … Continue reading →

The duckweed takes over Exerting its power A beautiful carpet That grows by the hour Froggy is cool underneath His head out But the rest of himh covered In water no doubt He is cool in the sunshine Safe he … Continue reading →