Showing posts with label faeries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faeries. Show all posts

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Neither prose or poem


Please read this first as it is my explanation of what follows.

1. This piece of writing concerns my considered thought, knowledge and reflection as such itis neither prose nor poem but offered as my philosophical musings.

2. I feel the need to say this, that my spirituality does not follow any religion or concepts of religious beliefs and that it is Knowledge that is my driving force from ideas created from life-experiences.



He might be my ancient ancestor
that Old God Brenin Llwyd
or even as Gwyn ap Nudd
the Grey King of the mists
who sat on Cader Idris and Eryri.
A powerful figure, a proud deity
seen as a threat to change
by priests of a foreign God.
He must have been popular
for they gave him a bad name.
and bedevilled him with shame.



Strange, their God is All  Love
and in His name came
slaughter and torture of
men, women and children
by fire, rope and sword
so to teach a world their Word.
Experts with cruel imagination
with lessons on fear,devil and sin.
Many years have passed, their priests
are now branded by folly and misdeed.


An awakening has come, for some,
for the Old Gods still live in popular tales 
now that we have learned 
to reverse the meaning and found 
a world alive with fairies, 
elemental energy and the ever living ones.
We embrace now Herbalists, Healers, Diviners
Druids, Seers and Wise Women in praise of children.
No fears of dying and death 
for all is cyclic, with evidence 
from past lives, we all rotate.



© MRL 24-4-2012


Wednesday, 18 April 2012

04 - 2012

Manannán and Maeve


Magical music of mountain mists
heard by attuned subtle ears
As swathes of vapour sing in high tone
to wash slow against jagged stone

Listen as deep bass notes enthrone
again old god Manannán whose feet
Chase and drum on hollowed cairn
awakening Maeve to link and dance 

Her gown rustles like wet leaves
in wind as a softly thumbed timbrel
Sings across fairy hill and dell
she their Queen and him the King

A royal couple in courtship hidden waltz
sheathed in opaque white glide serene
Through hazel woods to secret groves 
this ancient loving ritual ever continues.


© MRL 18th April 2012

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

2011-3

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

Saturday, 25 June 2011

Ireland Inspires 2007 to 2010






Coole Park in March Twenty Ten


Coole Park in March Twenty Ten
Blackbird song under sun
echoes in sparse gentle rain
Through trees a breeze whispers
rattles twigs on bare branches

That wait expectantly to birth
bud leaf as hesitant Spring lingers
Above gravelled paths trodden
through woodland to lake or garden
Hidden old voices traverse converse

Tracks to collide with modern mind
to hear the intonation, an energy
A creative literary expression
borne in tranquil ancient air
Old inspiration so very rare

To kindle bright fires in the mind.
as a line of white ferries queue
On lakeside to carry earth spirits
from shore to shore across time
Past beyond AE or Yeats or Shaw


Where Tuatha and their Gods dance
forever, still alive noble proud race
On glowing illumined waters an entrance
extends past finger tips pens paint a grace
That human kind interprets tenderly.

As fragile as glass, as bright as bronze
a glimpse of fianna, faery and sidhe
Rise in wood smoke before our eyes
cry tears bereft of a child's vision, yet
We listen and yearn again to see.

©MRL 01-04 -2010





A Request.

I ask that
She Moon with her energy,
shines, surges in subtle dreams.
As keen as a gulls cry,
over tranquil waves of sleep,
grants you the guiding symbols,
images and inspiration
That will fill your need
To let rhythmic
stanzas spread as seeds
from the pomegranate
to flourish in your heart.

© MRL Jan 2010




A Surprise

On a cold winter's morn a surprise !
Delivered to our door, a wide white mystery
A package from England.
Addressed in a hand I knew not,
a sender address & postal code so vague.
Yet vaguely it tripped my memory
'TA' ? Taunton' said my mind but who ?
For those that I knew there,
Now lie long dead


At the package I stared and felt carefully
Slim both ends yet fat in the middle.
Mystified I looked and listened
(No they don't … send bombs ?? )
So in normal fashion I tried
to prize paper apart - failed.
'Use scissors!' said She who knows
'O yes that's easier, how clever
Thank you' said I


The bright white outer layer removed
revealed a cat food box intricately cut.
Then playful poly-wrap with bubbles
that pop when squished.
(I enjoy to play as a boy !)
Layers next of fine dark blue tissue
with a carriage label attached
A private secret message from
A woman, an artist well read.


So unwrapped, lay a gift crafted by hand
In pride of place it now hangs
Captures early eastern light, flies
A Heron bright in clear centre panel
Etched, engraved forever in flight.
Our gratitude and thanks
to you dear liZZie

© MRL 2010




Dark chaos.


Darkness sweeps its cloak around us

drenches warm hearts to cool

desperate, morbidity forbears tears.



Long, still un-tidal nights flow raggedly

as misshapen dreams run wild, untamed

universal womb spins in chaotic time.



Ever silent solstice sun lies still

amid turmoil, mother earth She weeps

over wet rotted summers leaf - now gone.



Nature, nurtures near miracle, a shift

stirs skywards, time becomes unbent

Daylight has lengthened One minute.



Royally reborn, rested light returns to renew

fulfil ancient, unwritten charge - chaos is ordered.

The Sun returns vital and refreshed!


© 22 - 12 - 2008 MRL





The Charm.

In black purple cloak
a figure hidden
circles stone bare of foot

Owl's wing long dead
sweeps incense through
a white light night

Time to rhyme Moon
chant deep song
breathe intent charm

Quick as light
Bat dives and goes
In speed with feed

Chant alone chant together
Come sun warm rain
make flowers bloom

Shine petals bright
to feed Bees
for Druid Mead.

© MRL April 2008





The Hill of Tara

From the prominence of mound
Eye’s walk slowly across pastures
to where sunset merges green
and grey islands drift silently
in a rising tide of amber.
Our outstretched minds seek hungrily
a bread of landed sea-sky
to optically digest
the magic of a new dimension.

©MRL 2007




Spatial Battle


Unhindered swirling waves
born of an untamed power
rotated by Sun Moon energy
Whose long seas seek
scream a wild throaty roar

To smash the fortress cliffs
asunder; wet wearing winds
In unceasing hunger battle
Plunder an ancient guard
of old Devonian stone.
To reclaim space, land
on which to expand.
Pulverised rock - small sand
floods wide the old boundary
In pride of new sea-room !



©MRL Nov 2007





SOLITUDE DISTURBED


The Sparrow Hawk on patrol
soundless swift sweep of wing
Prey in sight divides light
To kill disappear beyond bright.


Creeps child of forest's edge
stop, listen, one white scream.
A rapid rapier's beak struck
twilight to red dark death.


A spiral hidden from sunlight
tunnels through black earth
Family cavern warm mourn
their rabbit summers first born.


©MRL NOV 2007






ODES TO CHOCOLATE



Only for the gracious cocoa bean
I would not be seen
upon the streets alive and well
instead my head
would be
Confined therein
a padded cell
.......................


O chocolate I do love
when all around me
go Mad
I eat a slab of the best
Fine and Dark
To stop me from
joining them
and
being Bad!
For
At night when all is quiet
I am alone to dwell
on frustrations of the day, Past.
Silently I slip away for a secret
Fast.
Quickly
I rip a dark rich bar
quietly
break in half!
and square by square
munch away.
Till endorphins do their work
and peace returns,
at Last!
................




My Goddess she comforts me
with subtly.
Her skin near black is velvet smooth
....... m'mmmm

My tongue laps, caresses her body
and as saliva gathers
I swallow her deep unto me
.........a'hhhh

Know you then any better communion
to savour the wholly one
who is by another name
Schokolade!


©MRL 2007