pagan
Fallen transition
The wind howls its pleasure
Standing the precipice
Eyes caress the night sky
Lovers long held
The storm whispers welcome
Kiss of chaos
Dance of order
Fury is its seeming
But love is its cause
Brush fingers across creation
Last embrace
Before it all begins
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Founderling
Of fire
And a fair bit between
We cavort the wheel
Dancers of the scene
Turn and turnabout
Flickers on the edge
One moment of summer
Another…
Of ice
And the darkness closes in
Of savagery and crystalline
The dancers court the blade
Balanced on the spinning leaf
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Elder Dreams-Audio
in silence bound
in seeking sought
where others bind
i was bought
when hearts collide and justice founds
my hopes do bide, in collision
sound siren call
revision
in loves sweet sigh
in voices raised
where heavens call
undertree did dance
and palm to palm
and join to join
praised by kine
in moments ere the fall
they seek, they find,
the burn is seasons rime and dragging feet do come to call and hopes are risen
ere the fall
but drink my wine and drink my blood
and we shall step above the sea to feast and dance our revelry
you seek a fight, we seek to feast and in the middle there’ rise a beast
in death we feast and seek the battle draught
in life we love and lust
break bread with us, break meek
but I am bound, as ever was, and in the silence
weep
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It’s springtime again
Yup, I hate spring. It is the low point of my year. The lowest point of any year. Winter solstice is bad enough. At least there winter is at the height of its powers. Spring equinox and its all downhill. 3 months of low ebb. I quote the great man when I say “Buggerit, millennium hand and shrimp!”
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Song of the Day
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Post solstice blues
Present in the moment is as much curse as blessing.
With the future nothing more than a ephemeral dream, present becomes of such importance. And not being with those I would choose, who I have no idea if they would choose me, is like being shredded apart only to coalesce whole at the start of the day. Each minute is a new chance, and so each minute becomes a failure. Until the weight of such drags me down to dreaming. At least in oblivion, desire is fulfilled. Though only shadows as portent and memory fade.
After the winter solstice it all winds down. A clockwork spending its energy. This is the time most people wake and grow. This is the time that I fade.
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Winter Solstice
Today we Morn.
Today is the last day of Nights Ascendancy.
We morn the return of the sun.
But just as the power of night fades, Winter’s might is unleashed.
Let all this night Tremble, on this longest night
On this day of Winter
Let the storm’s fury break and in the shattering
let night wake, Let winter Dance
Let Summer cower, for Winter is come!
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Morrigan
What stranger in turmoils touch made bled
by bone, by sword, by roan
in skins own fever made whole
bound by rowan and switch
kiss me in glade
found in the slipping mist
called by lips
full of midnight and nightshade
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Step Twists
I dance in the mottled dapple of afternoons light
The soft crack of fallen leaves
Buried in the wet quiet of misting rain
Clothes clinging to me
Revealing unattractive form
But my dance continues, unabated
A paen to life’s minutes turning
A song sung in steps and ragged breathing
Pelgris 