I am Wiccan
Heather Miles July, 2010
Heather Miles July, 2010
Sky_Emmons July, 2010
Chatter chatter chatter
Go all the talking heads
Speaking no wisdom
Just hate and indifference
Wake up in the morning
To shouts of “us and them”
Power in their words
Ratings behind their Amen’s
Yes rouse up the people
Divide what is yours and mine
Pack up your belongings
You’re no longer alive
Get out! Go back!
What I say goes
I have all the answers
From my microphone throne
In the land of mass communication
Divinity has nothing on me
I can lie, cheat and deceive
Instantaneously
Don’t tell me to think
They do it for me
I believe what I hear
Cause it brings superiority
Gray matter
No matter
Is it time yet?
Chatter chatter chatter
I’m late! I’m late!
The Hatter’s gone again
And the Queen is yelling
Off with his head!
Sky_Emmons June, 2010
A delicate balance
Hangs on a thread
By the sea
By the moon
A strand in the web
Journey after journey
Fragile and small
A Knot and a Shoe
Through time
On a little blue ball
A connection
We finally see
Too late though it may be
For a Knot and a Shoe
Break the synchronicity
You can blot
A flower till it fades
You can take
An endless take
Payment will be made
On this little blue ball
All life can’t you see?
Hangs on a thread
A beautiful, glistening web
Of synchronicity
Sky_Emmons April, 2010
Falling stars
Leave splinters in the hollow
Of your heart
Nakedness standing trees
I fill this cup
With hastiness and greed
When all this ends
Do we pretend?
Or is it a sign
When all things divide
We’re left here torn
Shattered, tethered
Better or for worse
An island or a curse
I feel the ocean
Wash over me
Leave me here to bleed
I won’t say a thing
For in the darkness
Is it not your sin?
The garden divine
Leaves, thorns and vines
Hallow ground and halo
The Great Serpent Rainbow
Yes, I’ll remain here
Where I can breathe
Where the wind and the trees
Sing in harmony
From love I’m here
To love, I return
Sky_Emmons March, 2010
So here I have traveled
Where wisdom fills the air
A Shadow in the darkness
I struggle to hear
“Tales from the Dark Moon”
She whispers of “Old Black Bear”
Wandering woods
Thistle and blade
Flower and candles
Somethings gone astray
Fortnight, and a million years
Stars shown brightly, without fear
They shined on and on
So without scars
Until on night Black Bear
Found Rage in a jar
So the stars climbed higher and higher
As so did desire
Becoming smaller and smaller
Into emptiness and sadness
Nothingness transpired
Beware of what hides
Under hills
And in jars
In your heart
In the closet
Near or far
Black Bear found a way
Forgiveness of oneself
Releases the Rage
The Old Black Bear
Became a petal in the sun
Shed her anger, shed her blood
But it could not be undone
This tale
Lives in us all
She spoke softly and said
“Here comes the darkness”
Gathering threads
Of the last shawl
My journey has ended
And soon it will be
Tales from the Dark Moon
I will say when you come to me
Willow Winterborne February, 2010
Sky_Emmons January, 2010
Peeking around the corner
The day slowly dies
Where I stand
The horizon mist
Swirls in mystery
Watching from a distance
My memory lingers
Shapes and colors
Define the moments
But they don’t define me
Past whispers wisdom
As Present smiles
Future a mirage
A stone in the path
I carry with me
You said “Let go”.
While I tried to hold on
You said “Soon”.
And I wanted now
It all slipped away
Into words I said
This resolution
Into words I could believe
If I listened
You could hear
Next year swirls
In the forests and rivers
Oceans and seas
I can’t capture
She somehow sees
This resolution
Knew better than me.
Sky_Emmons October, 2009
Light the Hill of Tara
The dark half of the year
Awakens
Those that dwell in the hallow hills
With flowers and candles
I honor you
Spirits of the Air
Take me on this journey
End my mourning
Take sadness away
Lift the veil of
Seperation
Of night and day
In the dark of the Earth
I plant the seeds
Of who I want to be
Great Goddess Cailleach
With her hammer
Hardens the earth
Turns the night
Thins the veil
The Crone
Now shines
Spreads her dark cape
To cover the hills
Cover the sea
Cover me in shadows
And I shall remember
There is nothing I want
There is nothing I need
In the darkness I surrender
In the shadows I am alive
Like the seed
Under the Earth
Theresa C. Newbill September, 2009
sees herself in the skeleton of moonlight,
a sentient being in the whiteness of madness
where disturbing platitudes of murmuring curses
echo through the fascination of a crystal ball. She,
irksome black witch, bleeds green gems of woven
jade as an opaque pavilion of stars wades into
tangled clouds. In the darkness, She grows larger!
In the darkness, She grows louder! Holistic eyelids
like a scythe proscribe morbid dances drinking in the
calmness of tandem wines. The history of past years
inhale and exhale wildly through an open stare of pure
consciousness, finding a beacon to eulogize humanity’s
cries without censure. Relish in Her beauty, for She is
the Goddess of all natural things found beneath the skies.
Enelne! Enelne! The butterflies bring you treasures while
Katamba sends you His love. Take heart dear ones, for
The Great Mother of the Rakash, shall guard and guide
your souls though the many faces and multitudes of tears.
Hearthkeeper September, 2009
First I would like to say Merry Meet to you all and ask how your summer has been so far. Secondly I would like to ask you all to help me out a bit. I would like to write these columns about the things YOU want. So please e-mail me at thehearthkeeper@gmail.com
with your ideas and desires for the Hearthbeats notes and recipes columns…
Now as I would like to share a poem with you. It was shared with me years ago and often I remember it when I feel like a crackpot… hopefully it will help you as well and as often
Blessings
Some wise words from the Kitchen Witch
An elderly Witch had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which she carried across her shoulders. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the witch bringing home only one and a half pots of water.. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the witch one day by the stream.’ I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.’ The old witch smiled, ‘Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?’
‘That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower and herb seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them’.
‘For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers and herbs to decorate the table and cook with. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house and feed us.’
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them. SO, to all of my crackpot friends and family, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
Life is short, Break the rules, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably and Dance often.
Never regret anything that made you smile. And remember that being a Crackpot is a good thing!!!
This poem was given to me years ago, I do not know who wrote it nor have I been able to find out. But I did modify it from its original form to be “witchy” rather than what it was.
If anyone lays claim to it or know who wrote the original let me know and I will give credit to them.
Until next time
Blessed Home and Hearth
The Hearthkeeper