A blessed Samhain to all my friends observing today and this evening.
For all the rest of you Halloweenies, have fun, be safe, give candy to teenagers, say ‘thank you’, smile at your neighbours, look out for little ones and don’t be a spoil sport!
Children deserve all the magic we can muster up for them.
Another year is closing.
This will be a very different Yule for me. My Dad and my Grandmother are gone, one of my babies is on the west coast, thousands of miles away. There is a new baby in the family – my Nephew’s daughter, just two weeks old and that’s a blessing. She is a beautiful and poignant reminder of how our lives and family connections are all circular.
Wishing all of my friends here a wonderful holiday season. May your observances and celebrations reinforce all the ties that bind and may we all enjoy the gifts of peace, hope and love.
21 December 21015
M orning sunlight is the visual canvas
A rt of fronds in greens and golds
I ridescence brushes each surface
D rawing Bruges-like shadows
E merald embroidery in the air
N ature outside may slumber
H ere in the warmth of my home
A iry pinna capture the essence
I n feathery greenery that whispers
R eturn she will, keep faith
F or this is the joy of the indoor garden
E veryday magick is the Circadian
R eminding that summer is just out of sight
N o further than The Wheel’s revolution
1 December 2015
Kiss my winter weary eyes with green…
©Karin Bole Tupper
How many more turns of the moon?
I whisper “I love you” to the night sky
The words slip effortlessly from my lips
Smiling ruefully, I wonder why I do it
And to whom am I whispering?
Perhaps my heart, the wretched treacherous thing
Doesn’t want my lips to forget how to make the shapes
Three shapes slipping invisible and unheard
Into the midnight opal ribbons
Of a wistful, wishful Blue Moon
30 July 2015
~ May these tiny three, find the heart of thee, may you know and return them back to me. This is my will so mote it be ~
©Karin Bole Tupper
Vervain my crown
The veil becomes thinner
The Holly King resumes his throne
21 June 2015
Bright Litha blessings!
Definition of the Cinquain form from Shadow Poetry:
“Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines. It was developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.”
For more about this form visit Shadow Poetry here.
One with the elements
That is the goal
Spirit and soul
Burning, I whisper and cry out your name
Enticed by the false St. Elmo’s flame
Thirsting, just a sip to assuage
But water like your kiss is just a mirage
Craving, to hear your words so tender
Catching only the whisper of a summer zephyr
Aching, to this Promethean rock I’m bound
Until my body returns to the ground
One with the elements
Earth, wind, water, fire
One with you, my twin flame
Is all that I desire
13 May 2015
©The Four Elements by xibira d4yjiir
Oh beautiful man!
My most precious Love
You are here at last
Sent with warmth from above
I’ve tarried to long in this frozen hell
I have ached for your touch
Flayed with torturous constraint
Endured so much
Lovers perfidious, foolish or young
Left my true self in chains
The sight of you, my Green Man
Fire streaks through my veins
One kiss my darling
With your lips like wine
Bring me into your sunlight
I shall make you mine
20 March 2015
Craving his Goddess’ arms
Lays in her autumnal splendour
22 September 2014
It’s particularly fitting that my eldest child’s birthday falls on Mabon this year. May yours be filled with joy.
A reblog of a previously posted piece so that I can include this amazing reading / music accompaniment video by Omnia. If you’ve never heard “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe recited, or even if you have; Omnia gives the words a depth that makes them even more relatable. Well worth a listen,
I am a huge fan of Poe. His words have resonated with me since my very early teens. “… Raven…” pays a nod to one of his better known pieces in the last line. As my posts have evolved in the last year, to include more pictures and video, this seemed the perfect pairing.
Thank you to Patty over at petitemagique for introducing me to Omnia. I see a lot of new music on my iPod in the future.
The Tale Of Raven Felle
I gave my heart to a human man, and though I loved him well
He couldn’t stay true to vows we made, said he could not dwell
Weep for me my feathered children, I cannot be as I was before
Return to the sky with us they call, but sayeth Raven, “Nevermore”
(c) KeiB 20 December 2011