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They took the child

…stolen by Them, they said. They took the child.They always take the best.The youngest. The fairest.The happiest. The innocent. They took the child. Took it to the Sidhe, to the old hawthorn tree by the crossroads. From the cradle of linden and willow, to the cradle of blackthorn, gorse and heather. They took the child.Continue reading “They took the child”

Faerie fire/Sing

I’m following the spiral pathwayLeading to the fireBurning brighterThan the normal fire would. I’m following the stairsThat descendInto the abyss,Glowing faintly. I’m beginning a journeyWhich would takeA lifetimeTo finish. Sunlight becomes moonlightBlues become violetsGreys turn to blacksAs the sunset fades. Fire burns brighterBlinding meWith myriad huesAs in a vivid dream. Closer and closerI comeSeeing nothingButContinue reading “Faerie fire/Sing”

Remember the stranger

Remember the strangerYou met in the woods,Remember the greenOf the cloak so fine,Remember the stranger,Who came and wentAs softly as comesThe autumn wind. Remember the strangerYou met by the brook,Remember the blueOf the silken threads,Remember the strangerWho came and wentAs swiftly as comesThe springtime rain. Remember the strangerYou met in the glen,Remember the redOf theContinue reading “Remember the stranger”

Angels use subway

Angels use subway, you know.Angels love old school rock.Angels wear long dark coats.Angels like cowboy boots,Angels, they sometimes smoke. Old gods love old metal, guys,Old gods ride their high speed bikes,Old gods like their helmets off,Old gods have their way, you see,Old gods, they prefer it rough. The Fair Folk hate flowy stuff.The Fair FolkContinue reading “Angels use subway”

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”

Gift of a thistle

A-hunting once in the Scottish moors,The king of the Fae did ride,His face as white as the moonlight fine,His cloak all of satin rare. A-hunting once in the Scottish moors,The king of the Fae did findA maiden – hair of the blackest silk,And lips as the rosebuds fine. His heart rejoiced as he saw herContinue reading “Gift of a thistle”

Be wary

“…little is known of the Fair Folk, although the old tales endure through all times. In the age of popular doubt and imminent technical progress the ancient superstitions survive and thrive, and it is not quite clear how and why. What is now called whimsical and fancy, once held sway over the minds and souls.Continue reading “Be wary”

What the wind carries

What the wind carries,Remains on its wings.The sighs of the hopeful,The powers of dreams. What the wind carries,Is carried away,Through land of the livingTo realms of the fae. What the wind carries,Nobody knows,The names and the storiesThat nobody owns. What the wind carries,Calls out to all,To hearts that are restless,To minds and the souls. WhatContinue reading “What the wind carries”