from Song of Myself By Walt WhitmanI am he that walks with the tender and growing night,I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosom’d night — press close magnetic nourishing night!Night of south winds — night of the large few stars!Still nodding night — mad naked summer night. Smile … Read more
Summer Invocationby Trish Telesco Fireflies and summer sunin circles roundwe become as one.Singing songs at magick’s hourwe bring the windsand timeless powers.Turning inward, hand in handwe dance the hearthto heal the land. Standing silent, beneath the skywe catch the fire from out God’s eye.Swaying breathless, beside the seawe call the Goddessso mote it be!
Peonies by Mary Oliver This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting readyto break my heartas the sun rises,as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers and they open –pools of lace,white and pink –and all day the black ants climb over them, boring their deep and mysterious holesinto the curls,craving … Read more
Artist unknown Fairy Songby Sir Walter Scott What I am I must not show What I am thou couldst now know Something betwixt heaven and hell Something that neither stood nor fell Something that through thy wit or willMay work thee goodMay work thee ill. Neither substance quite, nor shadow,Haunting lonely moor and meadow,Dancing by … Read more
Mist-clad in the light of the moonStarspun seekers – I search for thee!Faery light – I ask thy boonOf branch and thorn and Elder tree!Wood woven creatures, shadow weaversRiver keepers – come to me!Just beyond reachingNever in keepingSpirits of Faery – I call unto thee!Wind-hewn wildnessDark and brightnessSpiral enchantments – born of the sky!Cradle me … Read more
Goblin Feet— J.R.R. Tolkein I am off down the roadWhere the fairy lanterns glowedAnd the little pretty flitter-mice are flyingA slender band of grayIt runs creepily awayAnd the hedges and the grasses are a-sighingThe air is full of wings,And of blundery beetle-thingsThat warn you with their whirring and their humming. O! I hear the tiny … Read more
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
.. I found this instead, from..Letters From Maineby May Sarton “When a woman feels alone, when the roomIs full of daemons,” the Nootka tribeTells us, “The Old Woman will be there.”She has come to me over three thousand milesAnd what does she have to tell me, troubled“by phantoms in the night?” Is she really here?What … Read more
Sunflower Mandala © Lloyd GrotjanPanthea(an excerpt) by Oscar Wilde We are resolved into the supreme air,We are made one with what we touch and see,With our heart’s blood each crimson sun is fair,With our young lives each spring-impassioned treeFlames into green, the wildest beasts that rangeThe moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and … Read more
Moccasin Flowersby Mary Oliver All my life,so far,I have lovedmore than one thing, including the mossy hoovesof dreams, includingthe spongy litterunder the tall trees. In springthe moccasin flowersreach for the cracklinglick of the sun and burn down. Sometimes,in the shadows,I see the hazy eyes,the lamb-lips of oblivion,its deep drowse,and I can imagine a new nothingin … Read more