Tag: poetry
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In The Mists
Breathless misty dream fog singsDeep hearted winter daysCrows calling, frosted branches beckonSilvered spider webs swayCold wind blowing, northern ancestors wingTrickling under skinSolace hunted shadows snugHaunted death wilding lightIvy blossoms blue berried spheresRosehip promises delightHidden in the wispsSolstice past, wintered hearts enfoldEndless cold and gathering lightYearning shadowy twilight daysImbolc comes calling fastHolding on to winter’s edgeFalling…
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A Winter Poem
Winter reveals her emblems In bare branch and Holly. She has arranged for me A tapestry of berry As my winter blessing. The sun sets, revealing moon Bedded down in marly clouds Laden with deluge. I take Winter by the hand And follow her Into the very heart Of her darkness. The moon is full…
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I Wonder…
I wonder if the sea everSays to the shoreI’m not sureIf I’ll be backAnd with a loveLike that bringsGifts of seashellsIn it’s absenceSays listen When you miss meKnow I am closeAnd although my oceanHeart is vast and deepI am a calm tide of right hereAlwaysFlowing through youLike electric riversCaught up in currentsOf compassionWe’re all just…
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ᚎ Straif
Aepril Schaile is an American witch, dancer, poet, and astrologer living in Ireland. She has toured extensively throughout the US and Europe teaching and performing Bellydance and Performance Art. She spends much of her time walking the serpent path along the sea-coast and forests of western Éire with her canine companion Gwyddion. Aepril holds an…
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Brigid, Druidess of the Oak
Cover art by James Wappel Brigid, Druidess of the Oak Shrouded in verdant cloak. You steal by my door, With your lantern flame Awakening Spring I welcome you, and the protection That you bring No mask required within Tar agus failte. No earth, turf, nor sod will hide me, No fire, sun, nor moon scorch…