Archive | April 29, 2016
Poetry month – Austin John Marshall
Dancing at Whitsun
It’s fifty-one springtimes since she was a bride,
But still you may see her at each Whitsuntide
In a dress of white linen and ribbons of green,
As green as her memories of loving.
The feet that were nimble tread carefully now,
As gentle a measure as age do allow,
Through groves of white blossom, by fields of young corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true love.
The fields they are empty, the hedges grow free,
No young men to tend them, or pastures go see.
They’ve gone where the forests of oak trees before
Had gone to be wasted in battle.
Down from their green farmlands and from their loved ones
Marched husbands and brothers and fathers and sons.
There’s a fine roll of honour where the Maypole once was,
And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun.
There’s a row of straight houses in these latter days
Are covering the Downs where the sheep used to graze.
There’s a field of red poppies, a wreath from the Queen.
But the ladies remember at Whitsun,
And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun.
Play the ‘woman card’ and reap these ‘rewards’!
You sure can
Hee
Yep
Only if I was wearing Kevlar
If I believed in them, she would look like this
Today’s reading
Dedication
Nine of Arrows
The spiritual warrior dedicates their arrows of inspiration by playing the bow as an instrument. The inner oath helps keep one on a balanced footing by dedicating skills to a greater good.
…playing a bow (it can be used as a shamanic instrument).
…spiritual dedication and musical skill generating healing energy.
Being at one with your inner heart.
Adventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess 