Poems awaiting their purpose

June 20, 2018

Poems I have written

(explanations to come)



Weave a web from left to right 

Silvery threads of Love & Light 

Right-to-left sing as we go 

Unconditional love will grow 

Under over around and through 

Back and forth we weave a new 

Hither and yon, to and fro 

Weave a spell and make it so 

White for the maiden 

Black for the crone 

Red for the mother in us all

Huntress, Warrior, Nurturer 

She who spins, she who weaves 

She who cuts the thread of life 

All will heed the goddess' call




Mighty Lucifer green 

Sweet Diana bright

The lord of the day 

And goddess of the night 

Hunter and Hunted

Protectors of both

For the circle of life

I speak now this oath

 Respect for all of nature 

The Fierce and the meek

Brings honor to you 

And the joy which I seek 

Grant me my heart's desire 

So mote it be


The fairy gift

What Bliss to find a gift of Fae 

 While walking through the garden green 

A tiny Rock, a single Stone 

Like none that you have ever seen 

I'll take this gift and paint it bright 

To match the joy I feel to find

A treasure left for me this night 

That those fairy folk have left behind 

And now I leave a gift brand new 

As tiny eyes my actions peek 

I hear them whisper, gasp and coo 

We play a game of hide-and-seek 

Tis Bliss to find a gift of Fae

But better yet to leave one true 

For whatever thing we pass along 

It's like in kind comes back to you

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