They reach for the twig Tangled in their hair As they straighten. They mutter as they tuck it Into the canvas bag Hanging from their shoulder. I don't think they know That they have mud Smeared on their face. "Isn't it beautiful?" They ask with wonder Sparkling in their eyes. I look at the hawthorn With it's deep red haws And rich dark leaves. "Yes," I agree "but we should go." They gaze longingly At the tangled hedge. "But perhaps not with your guest." I say pointing at the spider Resting on their sleeve. They whisper "Thank you, But you are needed here." And gently move the spider. We gaze in awe At the jewelled webs As we return to our hearth.
I wish I could tell you I'll fix this For I hate to see you in pain. I wish I could tell you I'll sort it And make it better again. I don't have the power To mend this But please don't suffer alone. I can't wave a wand And dispel it Nor weave my spells as a crone. But I'll listen to all You share with me As you fight to change your life. And I'll cheer you on From my corner As you overcome each strife.
Are they in the rich, fertile soil
Or the dry, dusty ground?
Do you see them in the deep gleam of her eyes
Or the subtle glow of his skin?
Are they rough like tree bark
Or smooth as chocolate?
Do they squelch like mud
Or whisper like grains of sand?
Are they soft as cats fur
Or hard as horses hooves?
Or perhaps they come with tentacles…
For Tom and Nimue.
Images of Imbolcs past flood my mind.
Woken early, a gift of chocolates.
A simple ceremony in a local park.
Guesting with a coven, the smell of my hair burning!
Chanting to honour Brigid
Our Lucy pours out the offering of milk
Flames of hope shared in the cold
Warm drinks after shared in the warmth.
Long conversations of the Brighids in the past.
I wrap a mantle of love around you Love from friends Love from family Love from far and near. I wrap a mantle of love around you Love that protects Love that nurtures Most of all, love that supports. I wrap a mantle of love around you Love from hopes Love from joys Love through pain and sorrow. I wrap a mantle of love around you I leave it in your care.
To find the words,
To find the motivation,
I dive into stories.
Let go of my place,
Exist in the words
I rise up.
Try once more.
I keep pushing
Not yet fallen.
Not yet broken.
Love doesn’t have to be a close thing
Of bodies touching, writhing.
Love doesn’t have to be returned
To still be felt heart deep.
Love can reach across oceans,
Drift with winds over mountains
And into valleys.
Love has many tastes and yet none,
Many textures, sounds and colours
Yet is indescribable.
Love is simple and yet so very complex,
Strong yet so very fragile.
Love is in my mind and in my soul.
Love doesn’t have to be a close thing.
Sweet Darkness will you hold me?
Let me rest in your embrace?
The day is harsh and painful
Please hide my tear streaked face.
Gentle Darkness will you hold me?
Let me feel your soothing touch?
My heart is sore, my head is full,
I need your peace so much.
I know that I can find you
When the moon has gone away.
In star lit skies I see you
Until the break of day.
Now dawn begins Her journey
She starts to paint the sky.
Sweet Darkness I must leave you
For in daylight you are shy.
And I must walk in sunlight
Beneath the painful glare,
Where other people judge me,
But some of them still care.
Gentle Darkness I will find you
When day retreats from night.
I’ll rest within your presence,
Find strength again to fight.
I am me, an earthbound being, perfectly formed.
I am a rainbow rose with silver tipped thorns.
I am a butterfly feeling the shock of the first breeze on my wing.
A veil has been torn from my eyes,
I look with wonder and fear at the vibrant colours now revealed.
But I’m still me, a rainbow rose.