With thanks to my heart-sister Diane Driver, who shared this with me. Remember – poetry is the world’s oldest form of magickal spell, and is meant to be read aloud. A Sighting by Connie Wanek The gray owl had seen us and had fled but not far. We followed noiselessly, driving him from pine to … Read more
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Once again, as I have for many years, I am joining in the Poetry for Brigid Festival. This is an annual world-wide event in honor of the Patron Saint of Ireland and Goddess of healing, smithcraft, and poetry (to name a few of Her purviews). It is held throughout Imbolc, since Her traditional feast day … Read more
Swanlight ~ John O’Donohue © 2001 If it could say itself January Might brighten its syllables on the frost Of these first New Year days whose cold is blue. Meanwhile in this corner of its silence A weak winter sun lowers down behind The moor that rises away from the lake. Beyond reach of light, … Read more