VOTE! 2012 BELTANE/SAMHUINN SHORT POEM

[Earthwoman]

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[Kima]

what I truly hunger for is
damp soil
deep soil
dense ground
dark earth
in which to burry my soles
and apply skin to stone

tonight I will find solace in shades of brown
as the cold seeps into my body
I will carve for myself a hollow in the earth
and in its curves cry eat and sleep

[MPutnam]

My Own Holy Well

If you follow the path,
the one next to the creek
that runs along the edge of town,
and if you circle the great oak three times,
you might just find a fine oak bridge
that connects this world to the next.

If you cross that bridge
and enter that in between place
you might find yourself in a young grove,
surrounded by the most beautiful birds
and under the watchful eyes of the guardian,
the Great Green God of the land.

And there, where this world hangs on either side,
is an oak, heavy with both acorn and flower,
and at its base is a hollow
where the sacred waters well
leave an offering, a flower or a strip of cloth.

I thank the goddess for her prescence,
I thank the god for his guidance,
I thank the black bird for leading me to her,
and leaving me with her name,
that is Brighid, goddess forever.

[iDrood]

Beltane Spirit



Hawthorn blossom seems to say:

“Goodbye April, Hello May.”

But something in the pollen dust

Turns my thoughts to primal lust.

I do not know if you have seen

The Maypole on the Village Green?

There seems to be something suspect

About the way it stands, all erect.

It’s not that I have an objection

To its tumescent representation,

But it is not easy being poetic

When everything I see is phallic.

It seems that I have been possessed

By Beltane spirit; sex obsessed.

I’m thinking of fertility,

Of the green man and virility.

Trying to think of what rhymes with Puck?

Yet seemingly I’m out of luck…

[iDrood]

Schrödinger’s Cat-Sitter


Like Sylvester, who tawt he taw a Puddy Tat
Or Jess, who travelled around with Postman Pat,
Schrödinger’s a black and white Tuxedo Cat.

Perhaps Schrödinger is an odd choice for a cat’s name
Given how Erwin Schrödinger earned his fame
With his quantum entanglement claim.

But my Schrödy, with his white bib and sox,
Who’s clever enough to outwit a fox
Would never surrender to being put in a box

Erwin would have to wait until forever
My Schrödy is far too cool and clever
To assist Austrian physicists in their endeavour.

Beside’s as Neil Gaiman once said
If they don’t feed the cat it’ll be two kinds of dead
Or Pratchett’s third state; Bloody furious, instead.

So, rather than attempting something inhuman
And finding a cat that’s bleedin’ fumin’
I’m settling for being my Schrödinger’s Human.

[iDrood]

Firestarter


When I was young I had a mischievous rep
I was perpetually on the naughty step
It was like climbing up the down escalator
Whatever the crime, I was the perpetrator.

Occasionally I had the desire,
To play, when I shouldn’t, with fire
To any forensic psychologist
I was an embryonic arsonist

Not that anybody knew that I held a torch
For things that I could burn or scorch
Though I aroused suspicion from our parish parson
When I asked who was the patron saint of arson.

Turns out that St.Bride was her name
She was the Keeper of the sacred flame
So there was me, a fire-starting vandal
Being given permission to light a candle

Later I discover on reading Celtic myth
That Brigid is the goddess of the poet and the smith,
And of healing and hearth and home
Same lady without the Christian chromosome.

What Brigid didn’t know about burning
Really was not worth learning,
But what I was taught by this Celtic dame
Was to have more respect for the sacred flame

So let us ignore this syncretism scandal
And for goddess or saint, light a candle
The warmth of the sun is in that spark
Let us welcome the light and banish the dark

[SonicRed]

...And Dance.

Laughing crystal drops….
Falling bright; and oh so wetly.
Like silk they caress my face and hands,
As in answer I turn toward the heavens….
And dance

Arms out-flung, I revolve…
Like a moon within the stars.
I am a weightless, delighted glance,
As in motion I turn toward the heavens…
And dance.

Velvet, laughing touches…
Gentle kisses of the wind.
I am a lover within its breathless clasp,
As in ecstasy I turn toward the heavens…
And dance.

[Fox]

A simple step
Through the forked trunk of an elder tree
And it seemed to me
That the world had changed

The appearance of the world was the same
But the feeling of it had changed
I wasn't in fairyland
Or was I?

The feeling faded
But that one bright glimpse
Into the soul of the world
Shook me, and woke me from a dream

[DarcArchona]

The uncertainty is all around us
It's din is suffocating us slowly
Like a serpent around it's prey
Then we see it in the distance...

This darkness seemed ever encompassing
Like a shroud enveloping us in embrace
But now we are able to see
Thanks to that before us...

As the wind blows by
The light flickers and flies
Just look around us
See the Beltane fires

[wyeuro]

the gnome

i am an awareness. this cold night
calls me out to ramble

sometimes i am borne like a thistle
on the wind and sometimes
like a small armoured beetle i
scuttle amongst star-cast shadows
almost drowned in darkness.

the light that almost drowns me
is like air, invisible but vital,
full of vision. i am thankful
for the cold hard stony world
my being outside at night becomes

and when the wind is breathed
again into the brightening sky
and the dawn starts to pour out
enough light to erase the dark
of all the little one-person worlds
all over this world as the earth rolls over,

again i am thankful to have
one stone upon another
to flow back into,
cool anchorage for me.

[seabhac star]

To That Lady.


Walk today the watery way
O' child of the earth.
Smell its course,
Sense its source,
And taste its bubbling mirth.

The Cauldron rim a wooded brim
Resting 'neath the sky.
Passing cloud and mist
O'er gurgling cyst
As her flowing heart winds by.

Dreamer pause and hear the cause
Of thy fond heart's still repose.
Inspiration's bread,
If thou be fed,
Is supped in her stony flow.

[Earthwoman]

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