The Old Woman Comes

Jan 2nd, 2015 | By

by Robin Herne Silence over fields lies long, Broken by the robin’s song. Wild the dreams of sleeping soil, Matron royal rests, freed from toil. She walks without wake on snow, Blue-shanked, the storm cawing crow In search of flesh, hoar-chinned chills The blood. Cloak-quills black, eye drills Through frozen fears. Under, ice Water floods

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Winter King

Dec 24th, 2014 | By

By Lorna Smithers you take me back to what is raw, glacial plains of horror, the obnoxious beauty of it all   to beyond the ice age when millennia ago we met when the universe drew breath,   when the binding song coalesced. You came as cold wind and your inspiration was death.   You

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Moon Bard, December

Dec 20th, 2014 | By

  December … A winter tale from the Northern lands …. telling how the shaman must journey to the other realms, to retrieve the sun from the celestial stag.           WINTER JOURNEY. In the frozen heart of winter, A shaman stares into a fire, Calling to her allies There is a

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Eo Ire Itum: She Walks

Dec 12th, 2014 | By

By Tiffany Chaney   Eo Ire Itum: She Walks The glimmer comes ethereally from her she circles Eo Ire Itum to travel, to move along, to proceed her toes ignite the grass, not quite the snake charmer shamanic, I beat the drum in her wake Eo Ire Itum silence over her shoulder moon disks are

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November Moon Bard

Nov 4th, 2014 | By

WINTER MOURNING. The world seems full of dank and umbered tones, The yellow shreds of Autumns last decay; All natures beauty rotted to the bone, The world seems full of dank and umbered tones. While Spring lies shivering beneath some stone In grief of ice and fear of darkest day; The world seems full of

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Samhain poetry – Presence

Oct 26th, 2014 | By

By Lorna Smithers   Presence For the Ancestors of this Land   You are birch on tundra tossed by the north wind. You are elk drowned agonised in a shallow pool. You are auroch, wild horse, antlered stag slain. You are salmon. You are a sea faring people. You are Briton, Roman, Saxon, Norse and

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Moon Bard – October

Oct 4th, 2014 | By

By Martin Pallot   October …… the autumn is now with us …… the season of morning mist and chill winds …. Jack Frost flexes his fingers …. and at the months end …… the season of ghosts.         CHILL OUT.   Jack, breathes Upon the leaves, Draws a fingernail Across the

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Fairy Procession

Oct 2nd, 2014 | By

by Lorna Smithers Recently, Lorna blogged for Moon Books about fairy folklore and fairy funerals. This poem is on the same theme… Fairy Procession   Hear, oh, hear The passing bell, fear The midnight toll on the corpse road drear   Heed our chant Avert your glance From the spectral procession of Fairyland   For

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September poetry

Sep 16th, 2014 | By

By Lorna Smithers               Reaping Moon Gathering poetry from fading light and seeds from meadow flowers, cutting down swathes, curved edges of the scythes sweeping and all the grasses falling. When I was soil the seeds were in my eyes, lying down in the dreaming as the world around

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Bard Song

Sep 10th, 2014 | By

Here’s Robin Herne with a poem – Honey Tongued – From his book bout poetry; Bard Song.   And another, rather less serious piece from the same book…