Gŵyl Fair y Canhwyllau

Ancient circle cast to call The spring song from winter’s shawl Vibrant visions in my view Subtle hues of Brigid’s brew The cold clings on as life grows Beneath solid ground and snows And winter wanes to spring’s breeze While budding trees thin the freeze ©JG Farmer Form: Deibhidhe

Vale Walking

Silently amid the green fields he watches over the Vale a visage over centuries like a guardian from a distant time rising hills beckon the foot falls walking with the peace of nature escaping the fast-paced living of neon lights in the towns and cities the rural idyll of great kings and warriors and time … Continue reading Vale Walking

The White Stag

Beside the dreamy streams he stands alone, The fires of lightning sparking in his eye, As the white stag comes to the sacred stone The Sun-god smiles wherever ravens fly, Like a mountain reaching for misty sky Proudly stands the chief of the Mabogni His battles fought, in peace dwells Lord of grain Through summer … Continue reading The White Stag

Nadolig

As the winter skies darken And black storms howl the arcane Heed red clouds and harken The Sun King greets us again Dark nights intimidating A world of change awaiting Turn of seasons predating Winter’s winds breath abaiting On Solstice night he’s reborn Decked in green and holly thorn The festive colours adorn Fireside merriment … Continue reading Nadolig

The Choice

My Lady taught me well beneath the sky That mine is not to fear eternal flame For fear won’t lead me to her realm’s divine. To fear her words and never ask her why Condemns my soul with no one else to blame As choices made, they must truly be mine. Yet if I hunger … Continue reading The Choice

Tachwedd

Summer’s End turns November And autumn turns to winter While the sprits remember As in the fires logs splinter The veil no more intervenes Between the dead and living And the circle reconvenes Then and now in thanksgiving In dance and song celebrate Beginning the year anew Divining runes calculate And to days past bid … Continue reading Tachwedd

Summer Bright

Her light dancing above the summer air To leave a warming kiss upon the trees And as the night recalls a winter’s breath So Belisama sends a sun-filled glow. Deep in the forest where it’s dark as night Her brightness falls between the leafy shrouds To lead our thoughts beneath our exposed skin And deep … Continue reading Summer Bright

Stag King

He comes so silent through the forest trees, I thought he was borne of the misty air His antlers proud against long flowing hair And I wondered if he could see me freeze. The setting sun was fading, he stood there, And I could see blazing fire in his eyes As he raised his head … Continue reading Stag King

Spirits Meet

In circle centre spirits meet above, below, within, with age-old words I call and greet and will they enter in. In scented air, purify me to serve at her command, in flames of fire, sanctify me may I meet her demand. Fresh waters of the mountain stream to wash away my fear, the Earth beneath … Continue reading Spirits Meet