Little baby lugh
\nHe was Tossed into the sea
\nDisposed of by his grandfather
\nBALOR who wickedly
\nDecided He was a hopeless case
\nBut luckily MANANNAR
\nConcerned about pollution
\nSaved LUGH, who was far
\nFrom drowning,
\nwhich was fortunate
\nand raised him as his Boy
\nUntil he was old enough
\nWhen his Uncle Did employ
\nHis company apparent
\nOf very high acclaim
\nand LUGH was into learning
\nHis skills the very same
\nGoibhniu a great Smithy
\nDexterous and strong
\nAnd Lugh became his neophyte
\nAnd practised all along<\/p>\n
He Grew tall and handsome
\nAnd decided to apply
\nTo perhaps be an apprentice god
\nTo the Top God him most high
\nWho had terminated Balor
\nUnder the same sky
\nand that he would rule the harvest
\nAnd crafts, and would Apply
\nWhole grains held That life force
\nBirth and death within
\nHe Knew ADONIS was the god of grains
\nWithin that skin
\nAnd that ZEUS who had two daughters
\nAphrodite and PERSEPHONE
\nEach shared six months with Adonis
\nWhich is how things came to be
\nSpring Through into Summer
\nA tIme of APHRODITE
\nAutumn in to Winter
\nA time for PERSEPHONE<\/p>\n
and LUGH Then gave his name to
\nThe sabatt of the day
\nHarvest time bake bread time
\nLammas so to say
\nMaking bread men
\nCorn dollys corn husk Chains
\nTo wear
\nPentacles of vines
\nRed Apple candles share
\nThe bounty of the harvest
\nAn abundance, waiting
\nFor a summers day
\nWhen the ripe grains could be harvested
\nThreshed and stored away<\/p>\n
A time of great excitement
\nLots of games to play
\nStill in the month of Holly
\nRuled by Mars and fire
\nMasculine and protective
\nOf lightening strikes most dire
\nIn four days comes the Hazel
\nRuled by the sun and air
\nMasculine luck and fertility
\nAnd protection aware<\/p>\n
A classic triple deity
\nA powerful soul was he
\nVery into ravens and crows
\nExceptionally
\nInto battle magic
\nA god of ancient form
\nCreated games to pass the time
\nAssemblies to warm
\nPoetry recitations artworks crafts and games
\nThe morrigan would shape shift
\nIn red tresses she inflames
\nThe magic of the moment
\nA god of warrior skill
\nA goddess of such beauty
\nHer prowess for to thrill
\nStanding stones received a veneration
\nHopefully
\nTo increase and heighten aura\u2019s
\nWith the purest energy<\/p>\n
In these days of lockdown
\nOf distancing and more
\nVaccinations wearing masks
\nOr viruses galore
\nThe whole wide world has altered course
\nNeed my dears none more
\nThan association of magic and spells
\nLike none we have before<\/p>\n
Our order is important
\nEach member\u2019s heart and soul
\nBound as one together
\nIn a collective role
\nTo accomodate each other
\nAs totems one and all
\nWe are warriors together
\nAnd will always be on call<\/p>\n
MERRY MEET AND MERRY PART AND MERRY MEET AGAIN<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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