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
Sunday, October 16, 2005
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
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
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.
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.
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