Hear me, Lleu ap Gwydion,Hear me, the all seeing one.Heavy is my heart,For it is heldIn oak, broom and meadowsweet. Comfort me, the golden winged,Comfort me, the broken,Unburden my heart,For it is poisonedBy oak, broom and meadowsweet. Strong are the silken websSharp are the thorns,Holding me hostage.Amber eyes have pierced me,And won’t let me be.Continue reading “Oak, broom and meadowsweet”
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Ravenborn
Ravenborn am I,Of twilight and dusk.Ravenborn am I,Nighttime wanderer. Ravenborn am I,Huntsman, not the prey.Ravenborn am I,Keeper of words. Ravenborn am ILoyal and true,Ravenborn am I,Merch nos, merch niwl. Ravenborm am I,Of wind and sea,Ravenborn am I,Messenger of gods. Raven feathers cloak me,Not flowers or leaves.Raven wings hold me,Keeping me safe. Ravenborn am I,Velvet andContinue reading “Ravenborn”
Blodeuwedd has moved to Llangollen
Blodeuwedd has moved to Llangollen,And cut her auburn hair short.She walks by the dayNever flying again,Quite happy to beHer own. Blodeuwedd has moved to Llangollen,And watches the Dee rolling by.In her eyes – the flashes of autumn,Her arms still longing for flight. Blodeuwedd is renting a houseWith a garden and flower bedsBlodeuwedd rarely smiles,But deepContinue reading “Blodeuwedd has moved to Llangollen”
Wild honey and thyme
Golden was her hair, pure gold like the flowering broom.White was her skin, whiter than hawthorn flowers on May day.Red were her lips, blood-red like hawthorn berries, and bittersweet was her kiss, like sea-bucktorn honey.Fragrant was her skin, like the first breeze of a newborn spring, full of hope and blossoming love. Simply she dressed,Continue reading “Wild honey and thyme”
Milk and honey
Milk and honey.Gold on white. A cup for BraintA bowl for the Tylwyth teg. Milk and honey.Whispers on the wind. Sage and rosemary,Anise and lavender. A cup for CerridwenA bowl for the Fair folk. Broom and meadowsweetGold on pale pink A cup for BlodeueddA loaf of bread for Lleu. Mead and silver,Wine and amber, AContinue reading “Milk and honey”
Russian Traditional witchcraft 101
Now, before we dive into the subject, you need to bear in mind that witchcraft as a phenomenon originated long before Russia became Russia. Magic dominated the land when there was no talk of Christian faith, princes and Kiev Rus’, centralized power, central heating and pop music. People before 988 were divided into tribes, muchContinue reading “Russian Traditional witchcraft 101”
Russian Paganism: a brief overview
For the last few days I’ve been thinking about things I never actually ever thought of- surprisingly, it feels as if all the veils, curtains and whatnot suddenly fell down, revealing the burning bridges and ruined edifices. Much like the Tower card from your good old trusty deck, but with a tinge of the Devil,Continue reading “Russian Paganism: a brief overview”
Tales of the Womb: Airmid
Tales of the Womb: Airmid It is fine to feel sadness. Whatever you feel is genuine, whatever you feel is real. Purification starts with emotions. Emotions heal the soul, when they come from your true self. Herbs heal the body just like the emotions heal the heart and mind. No one is born impassive, noContinue reading “Tales of the Womb: Airmid”
Lullaby
Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo chridhe,The wind is cold in the highlands.Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo ghrádh,Love of the gods shall keep us. Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo chridhe,Soft is the bed of heather,Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo ghrádh,We are strong while we are together. Hush now, hush,Mo stór, mo chridhe,May gods grant you theirContinue reading “Lullaby”
Tales of the womb: Áine
Tales of the womb: Áine When they say – adapt, be nimble, keep your head down, I say – be strong. Does a willow break in the wind, does a reed? Bend, but do not break. Dance with the winds, never bowing to them. When they say – descend, become one with the shadows, IContinue reading “Tales of the womb: Áine”
Into the Unknown 