…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”
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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”
Oak, broom and meadowsweet
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”
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”
Forward to time-past
Forward to time-pastWhere pain’s no more.Forward to time-pastAs once before. Gliding through vines,I’m on my way.Gliding through vines,Soon I’ll be there. Pathways unwindingSilken threadsPathways unwindingJourney spreads. Carrying onwardsThrough the mistCarrying onwardsTo the feast. There by the waterLies the wayThere by the waterFind me there. Spring is awakened-Light to lightSpring is awakened:No more night. Follow theContinue reading “Forward to time-past”
Do not dare
Don’t you dare cross the elven pathWhen yew berries are full of blood,Do not dare and do not trespass:When uncalled, this shall be your last. Don’t you dare sing in woodland realmWhen the alder trees cry and moan,Do not dare: you won’t be the sameWhen the darkness invades your song. Don’t you dare dance inContinue reading “Do not dare”
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”
Never/ Fae song
Never, my child, my mother saidWander too farIn the realm of the dead. Never, you hear, or ye’ll be damned,Mention to FaerieYour Christian name. Dead can be vengeful, and so can faeIf they suspect you’re untrueOr unfair. Always on guard, my mother said,Never ye lieTo the dead or the fae. Carry a nail, my motherContinue reading “Never/ Fae song”
Into the Unknown 