Poetry and Rambling Magicks

"where light and dark are in that fulcrum of bending... winding ...flowing harmony then that is shadow... and in that passing moment lives all the wild magics... we are dancers around that fulcrum, we who weave the shadows into mystery... we it is who by our dancing prayer keep the whole thing moving around the centre... we it is who are the changing point of imbalance that proves the whole balance... love luck and laughter" bev meadw

Blessed Be My Love

For the Druid.

Life's Curtain

The veil grows thin at Samhain...we move freely between the worlds of the quiet and the loud..

Turning of the Wheel

Turning of the Wheel The powdered sugar snow falls sweetly upon the Fiery ground cover of Autumn's last leaves, A blanket of serenity from the Mother's breath,

Dragonfly Love Dance

Dragonfly Love Dance Long, lazy break in the day. A hidden away glen of sunlight and shade, Soft mossy grass and fragrant wildflowers. Shaded by a large oak, laying upon my woolen poncho

Summerland - 'tis then forevermore

Tis Then Forevermore Where faery mysts dance silent deep ‘Tis there my love I’ll search for you. When day is done, I sweetly sleep ‘Tis then oh love, I’ll dream of you.

Invocation to the Gods on Ostara

I am here my Lord in the mists of night, Of moon beam and starshine and firelight. A communion of bodies, of achings and love Blest be under blanket of stars up above.

Finding Lost

Sometimes it's safe to let down your wards and walls.
Cherry

Words Will Not Suffice

I write to you. Thesaurus (lexicon) in hand, I backtrack over each word (utterance) by chosen (preferred) word (declaration),