Poetry

Pagan Poetry – Ink Cap

Sep 19th, 2017 | By

By Mabh Savage   Invisible invader of my lawn One day here, next gone Or so it seems Made from the essence of dreams. From purest white to shaggy black Forcing through the earthy crack Twixt cyclamen and grass You are the season come to pass. I watch you flake; like ash Into the wind,

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Pagan poetry – Brambling

Sep 13th, 2017 | By

By Mabh Savage Caught red handed, Well, purple really, Juice dripping down Guilty chin. Bucket half full Promising wine, crumbles, pies; All lies If I don’t stop eating them Along the trail. These jewels are not just mine I share them with Doves, pigeons, blackbirds Lon Dubh shouting As I invade His sacred space. So

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The use of cauldrons

Aug 13th, 2017 | By

By Nimue Brown In the Taliesin myth, the events leading to the central character becoming a famous bard are kicked off when sorceress/goddess Ceridwen sets out to make a potion. She does it to try and give her son wisdom to offset his apparent insufficiency. She has an old man and a young boy watch

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Natural Magic

Jul 13th, 2017 | By

                  Like grasses in a zephyr Like birches in a breeze Like oaks in a hurricane We bend where we need to Moving with the world Changing with the season Ebbing with the tide. Like spider silk in summer Drifting on a thermal Rising to the eagles

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Pagan poetry from Mabh Savage

Jun 5th, 2017 | By

Tuatha Dé Danann There’s a black feather floating on the wind Gasp it in, sigh it out Breath of blood, hot iron in my nostrils Suck it in, steam it out Long red hair that catches on the fence post Tie it back, pull it out Great club beating on the fractured bed rock Call

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The Eildon Tree

May 21st, 2017 | By

Spikes spear the sky; a crown of thorns Exchanged for a crown of flowers As May Day comes with wind and sun; With eerie Faerie powers.   Thomas walked beneath the tree He met a lady fair With velvet cloak and oak green shirt Riding a milky mare.   She tempts with words and tempts

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Pagan Poetry – Into Grey

Nov 27th, 2016 | By

  Through the gentler weeks, Leaves falling like fat raindrops Death a cheerful swirl Creating gaudy carpets.   Bright autumnal skies darken, Washed out, snow threatens, Morning mist, bleak rain days Grey upon grey.   Grey upon gold, Fallen leaf glory worn Reduced to sludge Trampled to oblivion.   Life becomes death Becomes life again.

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An unseen river runs through it

Aug 30th, 2016 | By

  The hill speaks to him in light and shadow. He takes paint and water to make earth and sky. Flow of inspiration from place, to heart, to paper.   The image speaks to me. A hill I have not seen A day I did not witness. Paint and water Earth and sky. I am

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Pagan Poetry – Speak to Me

Jul 19th, 2016 | By

                  Speak to me Lift my weary heart With wood-born wonder. I dream your face, Needing to be seen By you, by nature, To be in the real world Of plant, flesh and soil Not the unreal world Of human fantasy.   Speak to me, Breath to

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Pagan Poetry – Time and water

Jun 23rd, 2016 | By

Time and water   Flowing from before to after Ever changing, Ever the same Time and water Seeking the infinite.   Time and water magic, Wear away sharp edges, Curve pebbles into forms Forgiving to hand and foot.   Time and water erase The certainties, the shapes Carry away the debris Soften the remains  

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