Sunday, October 16, 2005

The Scarlet Ribbon

When in dreams we do walk

Through thicket and through meadow
Through sea foam beaches and tidy hedgerows

While bagpipes whistle through the hills

Do I cry out your name once more?

Am I in your dream too, dancing on the moor?

Do you see my bonnie smile as I run up the road?

Do you miss your bright colleen?

Your woman-child with windblown tresses?

Do you walk through the crossroads where we first met?

Do the heather and the thistles still wind all around the sign there?

Where old women mutter curses against pixies

And old men drive donkeys laden with firewood and thatch

Where nervous tinkers mumble words of protection

And sacrifice the unfortunate chicken over the rocks piled there?

Do you remember the scarlet ribbon from my hair?

The one you tied there after making me swear to never leave you?

We watched it wave merrily on the crossroads sign

Giggling and kissing and twining heather in my hair

Before the long walk up the northbound road

Where you went north and I went east back toward the dawn

Did you find your fortune while you were gone?

When I spin I imagine that I am one ply and you the other

When I watch the spindle twirl and twirl and know

We will be together but only when in dreams we do walk

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Pagan Generation Gap

I write this with a heavy heart
I really don’t know where to start
I heard a chat the other day
By two who were experienced in the pagan way
They lamented and wrung their hands
About the discord in pagan lands
How they despised those young in age
Who had read one whole book and were now a sage
How dare they claim to be a high priestess
How dare they think they know it all
When right here under their very noses
Were two excellent teachers to answer their call
And how those teens had no respect for their elders
And he didn’t just mean eighteen years olds
But 30 year olds with the mentality of eighteen year olds
And oh by the way they hated fluff bunnies
And light workers and healers and all of that crap
And they would really love to go on about their knowledge
But it was time for their afternoon nap

Thursday, October 06, 2005

A Midnight in Autumn

My lover slips in through my window

Carrying naught but a lantern

He comments on how the flickering flame

Makes my eyes sparkle like sapphires

He runs his fingers over the lace on my chemise

His voice breathy and hoarse

His fingers still icy from the night air

The frost melting in his eyebrows and beard

My dear Tatiana he moans

It seems like a fortnight since we have kissed

He lays his thick cloak upon the wheaten rushes

And there we lay side by side

Not saying much but drinking each other in

He sits to unbraid my long hair

Unwinding one strand at a time

Unwinding my resistance one thread at a time

He wraps his fingers behind my neck

And kisses me hard

A sudden rapping upon the wooden door

I scramble to my feet to answer it

I slide open the bolt and turn to my lover

All I see is the open window and the curtains flapping

The Red Fairy and Jack Frost

The red fairy and Jack Frost got into a bit of a spat.

He called her ugly and fat and she called him cold and said she'd had enough of that.

The grudge lasted a year and a day.

And each one went their seperate way.

But the magic was already spoiled

And the red fairy had Jack foiled.

Because now when he spreads his frost over your head

It will no longer be white but red.