Ireland Scotland fair folk – Into the Unknown

I am the Wanderer

I am the thunder,The lightning and storm.I am the wrath of Odin,I am the anger,I am the scythe of Hades,I am the last breath. I am the earthTrembling before the end,I am the doom,I am the infinite battle,I am the warcry of Ares,I am the rage of Thor. I am the darknessRising from the depth,IContinue reading “I am the Wanderer”

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”

There are those…

There are those who hear. They spend their days amongst the melodies of the different Worlds. They float in between, and nothing keeps them grounded enough. They hear, but seldom listen. They are what we call le’thereann donn – those who glide, the hearing ones. There are those who listen. Keen is their hearing, sharpContinue reading “There are those…”

I sing to the Fair ones

I sing praise to the Fair folk, To the Tylwyth Teg, To the infinite ones. I sing praise to the One Who governs the mists, The hidden one. I sing praise to the Wise ones, To the ancient and bright, To the gracious. I sing praise to the King of old, Clad in silver andContinue reading “I sing to the Fair ones”

Ellyllon

Here we all stand, at the end of the worlds colliding with each other. We face the imminent- and we cannot accept it. The words meet and part, as in dancing, one movement after the next, one glance pursuing another. We face the dance with trembling hearts, as we don’t know where it goes. WeContinue reading “Ellyllon”