Saturday, 29 November 2014

The Woodcraft Folk

Something autumnal... and with Hougue de Vinde in mind - an earthwork from Celtic times at Noirmont common, here is a pagan poem:
The Woodcraft Folk
The seasons come, and in the grove
Amidst the trees, our sacred rites
The magic path, the ancients wove
Be safe against all baleful wights
The deosil dance, three times around
Clasping hands, we chant and pray
And light five candles on the mound
An ancient earthwork, made from clay
And the dryad comes, our lady green
With soft and sweetly scented air
From trees around, almost unseen
A whispered note, so hard to hear
We work out craft, from time to time
Blessed by a presence so sublime

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