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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”

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”

The Sluagh

Fast ride the Sluagh,Dark are the skies.Fast ride the Sluagh,Light dims. Fast ride the Sluagh,Shining hosts.Fast ride the Sluagh,Bright eyed. Fast ride the Sluagh:Chime the bells.Fast ride the Sluagh:Hear the horns. Fast ride the Sluagh-Never look,Fast ride the Sluagh-Don’t you dare. Fast ride the Sluagh:Swords unsheathed,Fast ride the Sluagh:Swords aflame. Fast ride the Sluagh:Death awaitsFastContinue reading “The Sluagh”