VOTE! 2009 LUGHNASADH/IMBOLC SHORT POEMS

[Earthwoman]

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[Malkin the Muse]

Let Me Be

Let me be the stone to which you tell all the secrets of your heart and
the singing sword that defends you against all ills.
Let me be the chariot of ancient Irish kings to take you beyond the horizon,
and the spear of the Gods that will fight ‘til death for your honour.
Let me be the wind that lifts you skyward and fans the flames of your inspiration,
and the seed that grows within you into a mighty oak that holds you safely in its boughs.
Let me be the sombre cave to which you retreat in times of deepest sorrow,
and the sturdy staff of ash that you lean on when all your strength has gone.
Let me be the faerie flute that sings with the sacred rhythm of your soul-song,
and the Ether of Spirit that surrounds you in Essence Divine.
Let me be the hymn of the skylark to wake you from your sleep each dawn,
and haunting cry of the owl in her hag-nest to send you to your rest.
Let me be the radiant summer sun that adorns you in a robe of finest gold,
and the silvery light of the moon so that you may always see even in the blackness of night.
Let me be the restless tide that ebbs and flows inside you so your tears may be washed away,
and the wandering lodestar so you may always find your way home.
Let me be the golden harvest so you may enjoy the fruits of your labour,
and the age-old crystal so that you may discover your true worth.
And let me be the healing waters of the spring unfolding that courses through your veins so you might live and be renewed.
Be still, be still,
Let me be the silence so that you may hear
the sound of cosmic whispers that come dancing from my lips.

By Malkin the Muse

[Bronzewing]

Eight Bronzewing Pigeons

My messengers from Goddess
Bustling glamorised housewives
And feathery fancymen

With their Cleopatra eyes
Their flash of precious metals
And those powder-grey breasts
Plumped up importantly
They go about their daily chores
In their best clothes

Suddenly a noise!
Five fly, flashing glory of
Greens, golds and coppers
Clatter of wings heavenwards
In sudden noisy deity

Three bow down to earth
And only three plump grey stones
With brightly wary painted eyes
Remain

[Queen_Blossoms]

WITHIN EACH CYCLE
- by D.L. Lewis aka Queen of Blossoms

Earth in afternoon offered the body

to me
to see
this grief in green.

Dim cloud tendrils thwarted sun's rays

and sighed
and cried
this loss of Spring.

Winds swirled from above to below

to clad
the mad
blackening veil.

Sunlight and stain,
Shadow and gain,
Peace and pain -

within each cycle, change.

A riotous orgasm, this.
Dawn shimmies with raven caws while
Destiny rolls down galaxies.

Bride and Groom
together they wend
beginning to end
to beginning again.

_________________

[pangurban]

The Shining Shore

Waves roll effortlessly
onto the pebble shore
whispering sighing
secrets of the deep.
Listen closely,
can you hear?
Weeping Mermaids
with broken hearts
sighing over lost love.
Hear them beckon,
join us,
come join us
their lonely plea.
But to answer that call
contained within
an ocean of tears
lies the way of madness.
But my feet heed their call
And my heart is lost.

Pangur-ban

[City Druid]

Teach me the truth


Teach me the truth
So I may be humble in my word,
Teach me the truth
So I may know it when I’ve heard,
Teach me the truth
So I may sing it softly like the bird,
Teach me the truth
So I may plant it back in the Earth.


Tim Hall

[susan]

Cerridwen

White lady of transformation and death
Mother of ugly Afagddu
The keeper of the couldron of inspiration
And maker of the magic brew of wisdom.

Adder of herbs for a year and a day
Only to have the three magical drops
Escape her plans for Afagddu
And fall on the servant boy, Gwion Bach
Who immediately transformed into a magician
And fled her wrath.

Shapeshifting they both knew how to do
A hound chasing a rabbit
An otter pursuing a salmon
A hawk flying after a sparrow
Finally a black hen eating a kernel of wheat.

Goddess of transformation
With nine months as carrier of the seed
And mother once again
When she gives birth to Taliesin
The finest poet in the land.

[Talamh Eala]

LUNA'S ESSENCE

The presence of her in the infinite blue of the dark night
Pregnant, with the fullness of a beckoning glow,
A yearning of closeness to this mystical serenity
Wraps my thoughts in a loving hold

The moon, such a perfection in the stillness of twilight,

That which only needs silence to admire the profoundity
Found when the soul quiets; to drink in the luminous
essence she lovingly garnishes for all

Soft, wisping clouds dance now, around her, whispering in
awe, dancing a smoky wave of breath around her warmth

Comfort, calmness, and ancient knowledge seep from the glow
through my skin, and envelop my heart

I have the blessings of the glistening moon, in turn,
I can never relinquish the magic feeling, felt soul-deep,
When I gaze upon the beauty of round Luna in her purest essence.



Written by: Talamh Eala

[White Willow]

The Pagan Way
Morning calls us awake with bright sunshine
With birds singing loud amongst trees of pine
Church bells can be heard far in the distance
Calling the faithful in from natures existence
And on bended knee in their manmade construction
They pray to their deity for heavenly induction

But the sun rises high in summers blue sky
Mother Nature’s call is too hard to deny
To lie in her fields of warm whispering grass
Where wind warmed zephyrs blow unsurpassed
Bees gently buzzing they kiss each flower
Where spiders have spun their gossamer bower

Her cloven hoofed creatures wander the land
The crabs, seals and turtles rest on the sand
A myriad of fishes swim the oceans with ease
Padded foot mammals seem to do as they please
All of creation linked by a symbiotic thread
Trying to live together without fear or dread

No concrete structure for our pagan pursuit
The great mother earth and deep plant root
Working with herb, tree and earth elemental
Thanking the Goddess for her balance so gentle
No bended supplication for the pagan worshiper
Just a promise to be this sacred earth’s keeper


BB White Willow

[Fox]

This well's gone dry
Dust flows with every curse
With every fruitless try
It goes from bad to worse

My arm's gone numb
From rattling the deep
This well's gone dumb
It's gone to sleep

My heart needs drink
For soul's deep thirst
My brain can't think
The pipes have burst

The handle's cracked
Can't take the strain
I'll just lie back
And pray for rain

[White Star]

Turn Away

Take a minute to see the Sun rise
Listen to a bird sing, or watch as it flies
The early morning mist lies on the land
I will show you these things if you'll just take my hand.

Come and enter the deep greenwood
Run with the stag, with the Antlered God
Shadows of another world
Ride the back of the She Wolf, your dreams unfurled.

I can take your heart to touch all of these things
Come then, come with me to the great stone rings
Hear the call of the ancestors, their voices in the breeze
Shamans drum beats half lost memories that somehow tease.

Turn away from the world of cares and possessions for just one day
Set your heartstrings free; allow your soul to have a say
Look inside to your true inner self; learn to see through your spirits' eye
I promise you magic in Arianrhods Moon, and her song that glitters in velvet night sky.

White Star

[Earthwoman]

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