Intentions

And though unseen on earth we dwell,Sweet voices whisper low,And gentle hearts most joyously greetThe Elves where’er they go. — from Fairy Song by Louisa May Alcott Before you start sending out your invitations willy-nilly to the Faery Folk, I would urge you to develop the habit and ability to deeply listen to your own … Read more

The Journey Continues

Oh! dance with the Sidhe Under silvery moon! Word woven trance Is the light of their boon! Bear ye the hearts of all mortal men – Dance with the fey in the boughs of Green Glen! — Ferrashynn   As we journey through this time of flowering and mirth, I’ve been discussing the somewhat controversial … Read more

Best Froudian Poem, 2007

Ta’Om the Poet© Brian Froud’s The Faeries’ Oracle The Trickster’s Songby Carmen Thompson I am the ChaseIn the DreamingI am the pitter-paddingAt your heels I am the splitting-stitchIn your side I am the windTranslating scent I am the slowing In your thighs My name is the snip-snappingOf the trap you run to I am the … Read more

The Fae and the Mother

Were we like the Fays That sweetly nestle in the foxglove bell. — H. Coleridge (1796-1849) From Beltane to Midsummer, the Faery Kingdom celebrates the intense, growing delight of Spring. With the guidance of Thalia, we are exploring the relationships between the Faery realms and flowers. Although I have warned you that the faeries are … Read more

Faery Thimbles

O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell,Let it not be among the jumbled heapOf murky buildings; – climb with me the steep,Nature’s Observatory – whence the dell,Its flowery slopes – its rivers crystal swell,May seem a span: let me thy vigils keep‘Mongst boughs pavilioned; where the Deer’s swift leapStartles the wild Bee from the … Read more

Gloves of the Good Folk

Foxglove, Foxglove,What do you see? The cool green woodland, the fat velvet bee; Hey, Mr Bumble, I’ve honey here for thee! Foxglove, Foxglove,What see you now?” The soft summer moonlight On bracken, grass, and bough; And all the fairies dancing As only they know how. ~ The Song of the Foxglove Fairy, by Cecily M. … Read more

Weaving Tendrils Between the Worlds

A green tendril weaves through the fabric of time. When animal life first pushed up from the mud of chaos, simple plants were already there to welcome us into the web of life. — from Mugworts in May, by Linda Ours Rago From Beltane to Midsummer, the Faery Kingdom celebrates the intense, growing delight of … Read more

Remembering April 25-27, 2003

So sweet a changeling – Arthur Rackham The Changelingby Charlotte Mew Toll no bell for me, dear Father dear Mother,Waste no sighs;There are my sisters, there is my little brotherWho plays in the place called Paradise, Your children all, your children for ever;But I, so wild,Your disgrace, with the queer brown face, was never,Never, I … Read more

Saturday Poetry – A Call of the Sidhe

A CALL OF THE SIDHEby A. E.Tarry thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight’s gloryGay are the hills with song: earth’s faery children leaveMore dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve,Opening their glimmering lips to breathe some wondrous story. Hush, not a whisper! Let your heart alone go dreaming.Dream unto dream may pass: deep in … Read more