CelticPoet12 Poetry (42)

Light now the fires that warm the hearth;
Mistress Winter dons her long white gown.
Light now the candle of remembrance,
for another year has circled around.

See the faces of those here gathered,
for love, too, can make the cold hearth warm.
Huddle all near and share your stories,
for outside blows the first winter storm.

Make now your peace and speak forgiveness.
In your sweetest voice, sing Yuletide song.
Grab and hold dear these precious moments,
for ne’er again shall they come along.

Recognize that the cold grey landscape,
holds bits of ourselves that change or die.
There in the stillness we find our truth;
new bits of wisdom that never lie.

Remember, release, then joyful be
this festive, unfolding Solstice night.
A new path before us - blessed be!
The past sleeps covered in Winter’s white.

BLESSED BE!~
 
Equinox moon, rise in all your glory,
and with your rising, my emotions stir.
Upon your face, there unfolds such stories,
which speak of my ancestors...things that were.
 
Somewhere, there must be a book of knowing,
guarding the silence of forgotten needs.
Time-worn, musty, fragile pages,
embracing ancient secrets, hopes and deeds.
 
The face of the moon speaks of the olds ways;
the wisdom of those found on distant shores.
They who knew the land, the forests and fields.
I see misted lakes and a boatman’s ores.
 
I feel their lifted hearts fiercely dancing,
gathered for Ostara’s celebration.
The returning of the light from winter’s dark;
‘tis a time of hope and expectation.
 
The circle of life in each tiny seed,
stirs in the womb of thawing mother earth.
Comes the loving rains and the blessed sun;
from this sacred union is spring...her birth.
 
I speak to the moon of my ancestors
and my beating heart that calls out to them.
I light my candle to honor what was,
as the wind shares their voices...with me...once again.

Holiday Wishes To You And Yours

When the first true cold winds began to blow,
autumn soon shifted, and the first frost came.
Complaints for summer’s end were often heard,
but the year went by too fast, all the same.

So time to unpack the cold weather gear,
and yes, turn our thoughts to the holidays.
We all shall gather around the table,
to count our blessings these past weeks and days.

There’ve been challenges for many of us.
We bow our heads for each answered prayer.
We share and we speak to those we have lost.
We set a place for those who can’t be here.

May we raise a glass and offer good cheer.
May we light a candle and not forget,
all the dear ones who make life worth living.
And so speak with kindness and not regret.

May we all join hands and then our hearts,
never letting go of the peace we feel.
This is the season of faith and magic;
the LOVE we share and a God blessed meal.

A time to ponder all that is sacred;
the condition of our beliefs and soul.
A time to forgive and release with joy,
all that would prevent us from being whole.

Thank you Lord for every single blessing.
My life is a gift you hold in your hand.
When I have done what I am meant to do,
I will walk with you and I’ll understand.

Bless Us All That We Walk In Love
Ever Hand In Hand

May 17, 2014

I search the sky along the horizon,
slowly, carefully, for clear signs of you.
May Moon, tonight you’ll ascend, full and high,
and I’ll be watching as I always do.

Like a playful mistress, you wink and glow;
just a hint of presence, yon eastern hill.
You steal my breath with your birth rise dance.
Your magic leaves me stunned and perfectly still.

Mysterious Luna, I raise my arms,
your scared energy kisses my face.
Fill me with wisdom as shadows grow tall.
The secrets of time, you guard so with grace.

A wisp of clouds becomes a dance of veils;
an intrigue to catch a glimpse of pure light.
The clouds grow denser, filling in spaces,
till you become a dot, swallowed by night.

I watch, I wait, anxious for your return.
Sister Moon, I crave your calm company.
The scent of rain heightens, the breeze, cooler;
the chill licks my flesh to the bones of me.

All my life, I have shared my dreams with you.
We have cycled and phased in prefect sync.
As I turn to go, the rain starts falling.
I look up in time for a final wink.

Our love has endured its share of sorrows,
the foolish mistakes...the ache of regret.
We aimed our dreams toward each bright tomorrow,
vowing forever, to never forget.

With each anguished tear we have shed for love,
we have grown and changed in such diverse ways.
Time doles truths we have long been afraid of,
while love succumbs to the old, worn cliches.

The years have well proved what we always knew;
I live in your heart, as you live in mine.
Wherever you go, whatever you do,
this love will not fade with the trials of time.

The past will not steal our dreams as before...
We forgive, we let go...we love all the more!

May 9, 2010

Drawn deep into the heart of the woodland...
a haunting melody stirs the calm night.
Drums pound till I can’t resist their calling.
Silhouettes blend by bonfire and moonlight.

She is but one dancing in the circle...
hands moving as if swimming thru stars.
Many faces shine in the fire’s glow...
figures adorned with veils and flowers.

Glistening bodies, mesmerized, chanting...
praising the earth for her bounty and seed.
May Pole ribbons again weave their magic.
The fields are blessed, as are those they will feed.

One green ribbon I add to the weaving;
my silent watch, then my whispered prayer.
“Great Mother Earth, I’ve abused thy blessings.
Forgive me the times I wasn’t aware."

The drums have awakened my sleeping heart.
I feel you inside me...your voice I hear.
Goddess Mother...blessed be...our Mother;
by the light of the moon, all is made clear.

By the moon’s light...all is clear.”

I join the circle of celebration.
I am one with the drums, long thru the night.
I am but one dancing in the circle;
silhouettes blend by bonfire and moonlight.

All is made clear in the moon’s light...

November 30, 2012

Gazing upon Killarney’s Flesk river,
where the dense green twining ivy grows.
There, a canopy of moss laden trees,
craves the fine mist as the swift river flows.

Flowing and moving over time-worn stone,
pounding and shaping every curve and dip.
Evening brings creatures down to the still pools,
for a long awaited cool and quenching sip.

The forest takes on a new dimension.
The changing light makes you question your eyes.
You turn your head, wondering what you saw;
perhaps a small bird, maybe Dragonflies.

Green hues explode in the filtered sun light.
Your senses tingle, but you know not why.
Dusk is the time when magic comes to life;
everything shimmers and pleases the eye.

Those who hold dear their childhood wishes,
will know forest magic and have no doubt.
Dragonflies morph into dancing light beams,
then hundreds of faeries fly all about.

Safe are we in the Forest Killarney.
A faery-spell veil keeps danger away.
Elixir of Blackthorn and faery dust,
makes us faery small...we can fly and play.

The sky grows dark. The horned owls hoot loudly.
A bonfire is lit ‘neath the rising moon.
Moss covered branches make soft seats for rest,
as faeries they hum a night forest tune.

I carefully listen, watch and I learn,
from the stories shared of times long ago.
Faeries, keepers of magic and knowledge;
I am humbled to find just how much they know.

Humbled this night by the gift of welcome;
the child I was, in glimpses I see.
Growth, true release and wisdom have followed
my sober return to reality.

December 1, 2012

I seek this day, the heart of the forest,
with my purpose to heal my own heart there.
The place I whisper my cherished secrets,
and find myself bowing in humble prayer.

The place where comfort is all shades of green.
Where branches low, are great welcoming arms.
Wisdom whispers back from the aged trees,
as I free myself from all thought that harms.

Here I am safe; the heart of the woodland,
where the midday sun shares its warmth with me.
How sweet the song of a tiny sparrow,
swaying on the limb of a young pine tree.

Every mushroom to dot the forest floor,
is as peaceful a sight as the butterfly.
Wildflowers, squirrels and trout in the lake,
add to the calm as they coax me to sigh.

The hours drift by in my favorite place.
So do the clouds with their shape-shifting play.
The urgent matters that first brought me here;
like clouds, those troubles have drifted away!

First two lines are the challenge and we pick up from there. Here's mine;

"A thousand steps
Walking a crooked fence"
A thousand more
in past and present tense

I think of you
Our life and your sweet face
Burned in my mind
There in the steps I retrace

This pain inside
Haunts me, asleep, awake
Further away
With each long stride I take

How can I prove
the depths of this true heart
If you go now
If indeed you depart

Fade not from me
Turn, look into my eyes
I still see you
I hear our endless sighs

Might silent prayers
Spoken with all my might
Guide your steps back
Into my arms this night

November 4, 2007


Subtle shape shifters, spirits of water magic,
kin of the wind since time was very young.
The secrets of the ancients, known to earth and sky,
praised by human voices - earth spirit song.

Each bird, and every creature to crawl or fly,
speaks in its own way to share this grand tale.
The magic that welcomes every dawn with a sigh,
parting two worlds through a thin misty veil.

Spirits of thriving vine and wise grandfather tree -
spirits of the meadows, marshlands and field.
Mountain spirits whisper to virgin lakes and streams,
worlds unto themselves, untouched and concealed.

Deep caves, high cliffs and spirits of thundering surf,
carry forth mist where plump blackberries grow.
Earth spirits of root, leaf, bark and fertile soil,
entwined in sacred rhythm, life's unending flow.

Spirits of cloud, of equal seasons and weather,
touch every living thing, each day and night.
They turn the crisp pages of history's making;
the journey awaiting each of us to write.

February 27, 2014


We may twist in the wind like autumn leaves,
colorful, yet unappreciated.
We may thrive on the laughter of others,
without hearing our own voice, gifted.

How often have you wished and imagined
a partner there with you, sharing the dance?
Two souls meeting, feeling lighter than air,
lost in sweet wonder and budding romance.

A child’s smile, blessed innocence.
Songs, sweet voices, like lovely violins.
Moments of perfection that thrum the heart.
Hearts resonate as those perfect rhythms.

Will someone in pain remember I care,
and allow me kind words to dry their tears?
Dear ones, you need not cling to your secrets.
Where is your good fight to conquer your fears?

Glorious sunsets are meant to be shared.
We gather in awe, with hardly a word.
Day and night merging with a loving sigh;
that single heartbeat of oneness is heard.

What shall unfold as I greet the new dawn?
Gaia, she speaks in soft joyful whispers.
Life tingling within every single cell,
and I ponder the blessing forgiveness stirs.

Ah, the simple heart-shout of holding hands.
Love heals, comforts and is soul freeing.
Touch, compassion, acceptance, and closeness...
I’ve missed all these precious bits of being.

April 4, 2013

I feel your eyes search for me in the dark,
as I light white candles, scented with rose.
The room comes to life with warm golden hues...
I love the golden way your body glows.

I love the feeling of want in your eyes.
The way desire tastes sweet on our skin.
The way your touches fill empty spaces;
my heart, mind and body allow you in.

So gentle, lover, with my emotions;
safe, unbroken, held sacred as we fly.
You’re all the seasons with a single glance,
still you ask when you love me, why I cry.

This woman loves only with all her heart.
To be in these arms is no simple task.
My tears are a mix of sorrow and joy...
Only truth and trust can remove our mask.

Assurance is your touch, as each kiss heals.
And heal we must, all that came before.
Heal the past with our words and actions,
growing, changing, so loving all the more.

I stand before you, naked in the light,
my hand outreached and my soul cleansed anew.
As I have shared myself and given trust,
might I have the same of your heart and you.