Tuesday, November 22, 2011


A Lover 

In eastern sky a flame cherry orange-red 
sends thin fingers to slowly caress a dark silhouette
Reaching across tree tops, pinnacles of mounds, 
plains and hill sides of deep moist valleys
A gradual warming is released, 
sending a distinctive perfume to kiss
as a warm breath on a lovers cheek.
For dawn is bright light
and a Lover has returned
to she who is Great Mother.
His potent gift is all 
hers to have 
to bear 
fruit on earth.

©MRL  22-11-11

Friday, November 11, 2011


In War.

Lie poor boys the dead of both sides
who gave all
profit to ammunition manufacturers.

©MRL 11-11- 2011

(composed on the anniversary of my late mothers birthday)

Wednesday, November 9, 2011


On Samhain' Eve
a fire burned and candles flamed
under a waxing moon in a starlit sky.
Walked a single silent file of druids
thrice around a standing stone
each round a blade of the awen.
Forward then to a ritual home
breasted by elder,rowan and oak
a sacred circle awaited secrets.
Each hooded figure called
across the winds of time
ancestors, gods and fae folk
to bring their speciality
wisdom, history and humour
with old tales now forgotten
of mystery and magic.
The ancient ones live on
alive in their memory
they wander to imbue the land
and through the veil inspire
open minds with gifts.

(Let this then be a tribute!)

©MRL 08-11- 2011