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The Chrysalis – Poetry
A time of harvest, And a time of shedding. Of death, and beginning anew. Dark nights bloom as ravens song. And moon on ravens wings. The chill of the air and the crunch in the leaves. Crisp apples and the scent of decay. The lingering smoke of spent candles. Coalesces with the smoke of the fires. Tears, as we honor the memories, Those who have gone before us. The fetch the water for the next generations. As I shed my skin, As I crawl into this cocoon. I dissolve. Knowing my depths. Demons of the deep ocean, And stygian deep. Grand chaos.…
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As Above, So Below (How the Stars Became Our Hearts)
Duality: Harvest Blessings Blessed be the shores of Acheron, Blessed be the coming of the dawn. Blessed be the buds of spring And the bees that gather on. Blessed be the pure and true. Blessed be the morning dew Blessed be the pink and green. Blessed be the blue. Blessed be the heat and sweat. Blessed be the sun. Blessed be the steamy wet. Blessed be the fun. Blessed are the bees, As they toil to me the honey. And blessed are we. As we toil to make the money. Blessed be the fires burning. Blessed be the year of turning. Blessed…
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Poetry – Exclusive for PaganPagesOrg by Mabh Savage ‘Summer’s Last Hurrah
An exclusive poem for PaganPagesOrg by Mabh Savage celebrating the last heady days of Summer before the Autumn Equinox and the final harvests, via the wanderings of a lone witch. I say hi to the crows Perched on slate roofs Raucously gossiping I admire the bees Purposeful in purple Claiming the lavender I dodge the ants Single minded march Carrying more than I I nod to the magpies Superstition on wings Black and white made grey I shiver in the breeze Late summer caress A promise of fall (But someone to catch) I sigh in the sun Warm honey-pour bright The last, loving light…
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Poetry – Lúnasa
We come to eat, we come to play To revel in the joy of the sun The heat of the height of the year The Solstice has come and gone. We bring in the first grains And pick first fruits to share We store away for later months We pickle and prepare. And while we feast and compete We honour those who came before By being better Being kinder Being something more For this green and graceful world Fragile in some ways But She’ll go on after us Nature stays, always stays… Let us hold the sun in our hearts Let us give space for the wild Let us…
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Poem – Spinning The Sun
Spinning The Sun Height of the sun So high, so high Ground wavering and melting In the heat haze Call me to your soul Deep love, deep light Yet burning danger Consuming fire Nothing in part-measures Aching, desperate Passion so bright Call me to your home The heart of the desert The source of the hot spring The centre of the mountain Ready to burst Ash and fire Over the land Call me to your music Dancing the round Spinning the sun Clattering bells that Glisten and sparkle As boots hit the ground Over and over Beating the drum Beating the heart The thrum of blood Bursting through Summer’s…
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May Day Fire: An Ode to An Mórrígan
Burning in me I feel Beltaine fires Changing the season The reason For moving and trying so hard My tears won’t quench this fire My fear won’t scare it away My howls bring laughter Strong and clear Yet never mocking Stand in the circle Grasp the sword’s blade Heft the rock The whetstone Sharpen it, sharpen it, sharpen it Now make the cuts Forge your path Feel the fire burn Six months from Samhain Either way But now we stand We yearn We burn Then rise anew While Her laughter rings out Kind, clear, and true. *Image: Bonfire on the beach photo by Hans Isaacson on Unsplash **…
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Equinox of the Heart – Exclusive Poem from Author Mabh Savage
A Brand New Poem from Author Mabh Savage, Exclusive to PaganPagesOrg. Equinox of the Heart March winds come before April showers May flowers Cleaning the earth Blowing away Winter’s chilling dust Remnants of rot Leaf piles dead Slushy, slimy heaps of Seasonal trash Yet busting out with life Wood lice, slugs, snails, early caterpillars Then birds that come to feast Blackbirds, robins, and now the mistle thrush Pecking industriously Through a compost carnival Early spring’s banquet Against a backdrop of Cautious blossom. My heart, my heart blooms like the Snowdrop the Crocus the Narcissus Waiting to be plucked To plunge me down into the Earth…
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Make it so – Poetry of Angela C Wood
Make it so think it so and it will come the dreams that cannot hide believe it will and make it so the pictures you see inside you have the power to create anything you need realize and generate that thought that was the seed become the life dreaming big passing on you sum make it so this is your will think it so, it will become realize your dreams come true the blessed ideas that come from you release the thought as it is done believe the thought it will become *(Photo by Timothy Perry on Unsplash) ** About the Author: Greetings…
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Abroad at Samhain
A New Samhain Poem by Mabh Savage Exclusive to PaganPagesOrg A halfway house Twixt autumn and winter Cold for us Frozen for others Yet warm and barely golden For some. So many different Samhains So many calls to the dead So many nods to ancestors Mentors Friends of fur and feather Or those family we chose For ourselves. Wherever in the world You celebrate the turn Towards darkness Remember turnips Painstakingly carved Apple peels thrown over shoulders Candles lit while looking in the mirror The butter and cream left out For those who come Perhaps uninvited But never spurned or mocked. Be safe Walk well Ward well Hold…
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I Am – Poetry of Angela C Wood
I AM I am a good eclectic witch and I embrace my natural gifts enhancing life to manifest with open hands, I will get I am a caring natural witch open to my powerful shift accepting in my colourful flow and changing in each step I grow I am a gifted joyful witch deserving my practical myth creating me a future life from within has taken flight with harm to no-one so I will it, it will become with Angela’s majic this spell is done *(Photo by Adrien King on Unsplash) ** About the Author: Greetings it’s nice to be able to introduce…