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
moon bard august

  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
poem July

                  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

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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The wisdom of trolls

May 11th, 2016 | By
poetry May tree

By Nimue Brown Usually what happens with the Moon Bard poetry each month, is that Martin Pallot generously sends in his words, and then we find a photo – generously donated by Stephen Chapman, to put with it. This month, a photo of Stephen’s has resulted in a poem…   The wisdom of trolls  

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Moon Bard – April

Apr 7th, 2016 | By
moon bard april

April …. A bit of a mixed bunch once more ….the comings and goings of life and the challenges of living as the year gets into its stride. MIGRANTS. The birds come out of the dark; Wind blown scraps of burning Life; Singing their ancient way Over the pitch black Pitch, Of the deep black,

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Moon Bard, March

Mar 4th, 2016 | By
moon bard march

March … The days are lengthening quickly now and the countryside beckons as it begins to bloom … COMES A DAY. There comes a day at the start of the year, When the green blood rises from the root, When the dawn reflects the eyes of the deer; There comes a day at the start

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Moon Bard – February

Feb 8th, 2016 | By
c. Stephen Chapman

February ….. Spring is here, so they say; still the long and dreaming nights persist for a while but the returning light is opening up the landscape once more. ESTUARY. The eye widens for lack of corners In this long lapped, sea soaked landscape, Or squints, in grit of squall, Across the empty marsh, That

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January Moon Bard

Jan 4th, 2016 | By
moon bard jan

January …. Supposedly the coldest month … supposedly. So I thought some sparks of poetry to keep the cold at bay ….. Haiku. A Blackbird bathing; Creating micro rainbows In flying water. Hedgerow prickle-pig, Traveling the rooted route; Worms creep, warily. The great wanderer; Winter, wrapped within your skin And snow ball bear cubs. The

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