Poetry

Moon Bard – April

Apr 7th, 2016 | By

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

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

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

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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Moon Bard – December

Dec 16th, 2015 | By

December …. The world waits for the gift of light to return and wears the winter as best it can. YULE. This path leads to a golden gift. The sun breaks free of winters icy rath, Unwraps the lengthening of days, And gives the light of life Once more to earth. Yet still, that bright

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Moon Bard November

Nov 6th, 2015 | By

November …. Winter draws around us and the time of dreaming, myth and hearth stories draws us in. SEASONS TURN. The flame of autumn fades, And nature’s hearth dies down To colours of the earth; The ochred glow of life, Blown out of trees, To gutter on the ground; Through the ember months of winter,

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Moon Bard, October

Oct 16th, 2015 | By

October …… season of mists and first frosts. The sights of winter begin to surround us.  AUTUMN LEAVES. Red against the green, Blood of summers dying days, Given back to earth.  FROST. Frost. Softer than a breath, This silver sighs away Beneath a warming touch, Leaving A tear to trace across each leaf, That it

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Pagan Poetry

Sep 24th, 2015 | By

A small piece by Nimue Brown…   To Robinswood Hill   All morning, the hill remained flirtatious, A hide and seek across miles of landscape. Unseen behind the forms of other hills On floodplain, obscured by trees and angles. We follow, watching for signs of presence Elusive hill, never twice the same glimpse. Re-invented by

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Moon Bard – September

Sep 8th, 2015 | By

September …….. the border lands of the seasons turning …….. ideas and images HOLLOW WAY. Listen to the misty whispers of the wood, The ghostly voice of all its ancient roots; Tread the brown leaf ground of mast and mold, As calling crow, cracks open winters door; Climb the mound, where once the oak tree

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Pagan fox poetry

Aug 18th, 2015 | By

My Kind of Animal by Nimue Brown   Curled nose to tail To catch the fleeting sun A little bliss, oblivious To rattling train passing Only you, tree roots, warmth. Another russet cousin More miles away than fox feet run Pauses mid field to stare At our loud, metallic progress. I stare back, amazed. No

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