Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

Lammas at the roll rights 7/8/2016

Just before we reached the roll rights In the road what we did see Were two white pigs, escapees From a farm it seemed to me Apparently enjoying the freedom Of the road But clearly both in jeopardy Unaware of … Continue reading

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The garden at Lammas

The last remnants rock Their blouses are torn And lots of dry seed heads Warn of a new dawn Lammas time beckons the mints look a treat Providing their fervour For the salads I eat The last of the Buttercups … Continue reading

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WIld Blackberries

Ebony bubbles hang off thorns Plump and ready where silence warns The unsuspecting pilferer who Comes with his parched throat Raring to chew The scrambling berries the jewels of July They ramble and clamber on stems so high That cling … Continue reading

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This Lammas time (a question I put to you all)

Summer came, the odd blue sky But tragically ask yourselves why The skies above now are seldom blue Without streaks of artificiality too Are crops abundant there are a few Grains to be threshed when cherries do Look plump and … Continue reading

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Paths out of here

which path do you take Master where the oak tree’s grow or where the Birch looks silvery Tell me so that I know shall I take the path of Druidry robe up feel its worth love the true surroundings on … Continue reading

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The Rollrights Stones with the Cotswold Order of Druids

The poppies danced a Summer Solstice ballet mesmerising Chipping Norton, they the crimson of their petals in the greyness of the morning on what turned out to be a dull old day rain was threatened almost every moment and so … Continue reading

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Summer Solstice

The solstice brings an energy a perception of the whole tempered by an auric veil explaining our true soul the responsiveness is instant an effusiveness remains a kind of intoxication with an impact that just gains that tantalising feeling both … Continue reading

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The Anniversary

Eccentric who used that word Someone must have done A true, railway enthusiast or a blogger high on fun Dry humour for those wet days With thousands on the ear Last time Norway, this time Pisa Obviously its clear And … Continue reading

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Messages from beyond the sky

Beyond the sky Where us corvids fly Clad in black Oft on our jack But paired we are And I am joe And my gal is Jane Two J’s you know But we are not Jays We are crows that … Continue reading

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Summer Solstice at Stone Henge

The ears of the ancestors open To all of us Stone Henge stands proudly Vacant and strong On a vast chalky plain And great flank of grass Exposed amazingly Inviting the throng To come and be mesmerised To come to … Continue reading

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Summer Solstice

Pinch yourselves All of you Are we mortals or not? Surrounded by the Sarsons Who knows how they got Here, who erected them Does anyone care Did they come down from space i want you to share Out on this … Continue reading

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Summer Solstice at Stone Henge

The magic of summer The longest of days Feel all that energy Smile folks it pays Give of yourself To the light of the day Its the sun’s positivity Lighting our way The Summer Solstice Stone. Henge is the one … Continue reading

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Avebury

Once there was nothing Just a great grassy plain Over massive white chalk Then reasonings chain Became the ability To just create Circles of stone At an alarming rate Burial mounds hewn From the chalk Its there its all there … Continue reading

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Kambo and vaccinations

The curative process is out there Its presence becoming the way Derived from what is truest Nature Self-existing and clearly in play A rainforest offers its bounty To those whose perception is keen To those living within its boundary Intrinsically … Continue reading

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Psychic senses

In the last 100 years We leapt into the sky We learned from the birds Just how to fly Despite thinking our brains Were bigger than most A small wren can fathom it out But won’t boast Aerodynamically the precious … Continue reading

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The Beltane play to be performed at the Rollrights stone

It be a joyful moment when the great Wheel of the year Comes around to Beltane When the fire of life brings cheer The maypole it be phallic Raising it off the green Deck it with flowers and wonderment And … Continue reading

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Vernal Equinox at Roll Rights

Positiveness the bedrock Of the Cotswold Order, We Met today our ritual shared At Roll Rights we could be Open in the present With blue skies flooding through Silhouetted trees around us And all those stones that drew Our every … Continue reading

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Verdant equinox

There is a greyness about the sky today A sleety tear or two A great big bumble comes to drink The Rosemary, a few Accompany him their swirling wings Buzzing through each day Tasting the yellow of April With their … Continue reading

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The GODDESS Oestra

Behold the VERNAL EQUINOX The beginning of Spring It stands for the renewal Buds sprouting as they bring Fruition to our consciousness From the goddess OESTRA And of course from her name comes EASTER So you have it Easter’s claim … Continue reading

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On listening to dark mother

The velocity of struggle Sending messages afar Melodic in the principle This is where we are The dark mother Comes to us Wraps her clouds About our soul Sending her wind of weeping forms To actively enrol Night time dreams … Continue reading

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Friends

“In the darkly forest Helen Keller Once proclaimed Walking with a friend” Is better than walking in the light Alone How true that is For the cheer one feels Holding the hand of one who reveals A caring A sharing … Continue reading

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Who is standing where?

The ancient woods have seen it all Have heard each constant sad refrain Bathed in sunlight on summer days And seen the moonbeams through the rain Produced each seasons leaves so green The oxygen enrichment scene CO2 their life giving … Continue reading

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A day with the druids

The Gods were clearly angry As we pulled up the hill The Wye looked like a raging dragon As its red hot breath did spill Snaking through the narrow lanes Of Coleford we arrived At the Rocks the forest dancing … Continue reading

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Imbolc a short play

G I sprinkle these flowers. (Scatter flowers For so many hours For I am the goddess With wonderful power Rainbows and robins and Blossoms for eyes And so much warm light Let it be your prize w So love her … Continue reading

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Imbolc

The absurdity of the seasons Some daffodils in bloom Spring is at least a Month away But obviously the gloom Below the earth is lightening up Though there still might be some snow But anyway its imbolc Or “in milk” … Continue reading

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Clearwell

The Rocks At Clearwell In the Forest of Dean A natural cave system That just might have been From the carboniferous period saw Underground streams Cutting caves there galore Then came the miners Iron give me ore Give me ochre … Continue reading

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We are what we are

We are what we are What we always were Our feet in the soil The wind was our spur To greater things really We felt with our eyes We knew when the men Were telling their lies Our roots went … Continue reading

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Entering another world

I cannot for the life of me Keep my eyes from closing Yet I need to see her To fill my heart once more A darkness is now coming in There is no light alas Someone go and fetch her … Continue reading

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Yule and the celebrations

To everyone I know out there Who just might see this, I Want to thank you for your friendship For me its very high On my true affection I care about you all All my AR friends out there i … Continue reading

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Initiation

To kneel before the sacred stones Those ancients sarsen’s they Home to countless lichen Spores That gradually wear away The granite the great spoilers That can and will destroy The hardest stones imaginable Communities of joy It be the Winter … Continue reading

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