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Sister Goddesses

Found a poem I wrote about my coven sisters in 1991

Sister Goddesses

Spider spinning, spinning

Weaving, whirling

Weaving light and life and air

Shadows playing, leaping

Growing , shrinking

Now they’re here

And now they’re not

Dancing, loving, disappearing

Coming back to love again

Sapphire glowing, winking

Flashing, smiling

Bringing us a new idea

Playing us some new found music

Listening,  a heart that’s clear

Rose, growing, changing

Rearranging, gathering

Shining lightstone bright and clear

Warm of touch and warm of spirit

Gift of goddess, light and rare

Brigid burning, learning

Seeking, following

Strength of purpose

Flight of fear

Crystal strong and crystal brilliant

Ringing her truth loud and clear

Kwan Shee Yin flowing, guiding

Calming, centering, singing,

Center of peace, ocean of calm

Loving path of ancient healing

Shelter from a fiery storm

Bi Ann

Bi Ann



Bí ann, bí liom

Bí gasta, bí cróga

Bí cliste, bí cinnte

Bí casta, bí glic

Bí grámhar, gealgáireach

Bí socair laistigh

Bí doimhin ach bí éadrom

Gan teannas ar bith

I do chorp, i do chroí

I do cheann, ins a tslí

Ina chuireann tú tú fhéin i láthair

I pé chomhluadar ina bhfuil tú

Bí ann liom

Bí láidir il-dána

Nuair a chasann an domhan

Bí ann dom

Agus buailfimid le chéile

Nuair a thagann an t-am

Be there, be with me

Be quick, be brave

Be clever, be sure

Be tricky, be sharp

Be loving, light-hearted

Be steady inside

And be deep but be light

With no tension inside

In your body, in your heart

In your head, __

In the way which you present yourself

In whatever company you happen to be

Be there for me

Be strong and be able

When the world takes a turn

Be there with me

And we will meet together

When the right time comes


T’was the night before Beltane – Poetry month

This is what happens when the system goes down at work. Never let a pagan’s brain roam.


T’was the night before Beltane

And all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

Well, Brownies chasing a mouse.

The Maypole was hung in the garden

With care

In hopes that the coven soon would be there.

The people were nestled all snug in their tents

Some of them dreaming of bonfires immense

And I in my sleep shirt and she in much less

And just settled in to state of undress.

When out on the lawn arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the doorway I flew like a fool

And promptly tripped over her mules.

The moon rose high over lawns green and dim

Gave luster to a man who was definitely not slim

Surrounded by Maenads it now did appear

That Beltane was going to be wilder this year.

With a great bowl of wine and a keg by his side

I knew that Sir Bacchus had now just arrived.

“To the Maypole, to the Maypole”, he cried

And I hoped that the cheeses and meat would survive.

The Maenads were dancing and making us dizzy

And I knew that the Priestesses would throw such a tizzy

They were being upstaged by the Maenads crazed dance

That only Radical Fairies even stood half a chance.

I feared for the children’s well dressing to last

The Maenads were sweeping along in the paths

The Maypole was leaning a bit to the south

While I just stood gaping with wide open mouth

He was dressed all in leaves, from head to his toe

With grape vines entwined thoughout, don cha know.

A keg on two legs was found at his heels

I could see that he hardly ever missed a few meals.

His face was so red and shined with a glow

The wreath on his head was tipping just so

He smiled with a smile just full of great glee

He was going to be our most favourite party crashee

He gathered us round and started the dance

We all then joined in for such a fine prance.

Morning came when the sun started to rise

He waved us goodbye from over the rise

“Drink plenty of wine!” He gave us his warning

“Happy Beltane to all and to all a great morning”.

By ElfKat ©2012