Daughters of the Wild

Daughters of the Wild

Daughter of the dusk
Soft light and bracken rust
Rugged fields and rivers
Fringed with locks of fluted reeds

Eyes wide open
Lips outspoken
With the words your spirit breathes

Laced up boots and footloose roots
A priestess of the wild
Dear child,
You will breathe the earth alive
Unshaken by sharp teeth

Daughter of the skies
Windswept heaths
And blessed shrines
Feet that kiss the lips of tides
That crawl beneath the moon

A soul attuned
Dear sister
These words, I call to you

Come, hearken
To the starlit night
Unto your self, be true

Daughter of the Moon
Onyx shrouds
And cosmic jewels
Pockets of enchanted runes
A huntress of the stars

By candle flames
And autumn rains
You walk a sylvan path

The blood that runneth
Through your veins
Shall birth a wisdom past

Daughter of the land
Morning dew
And sullied hands
Rituals cast to heal the land
A patron of the wild

Hallowed stones
And whispering bones
A perspicacious mind

The time has come
Dear oracle
To summon up your tribe

Amelia Dashwood © 2017. All Rights Reserved

~The Path Of Wilder Things~

~The Path Of Wilder Things~

To walk the path of wilder things,
The running wolf and feral winds;
To love all things with beating hearts,
The knotted oak and feathered lark;

To watch the dusk burst into stars;
To dream of tepid lands afar;
To fly amongst the peregrines;
To always seek the light within;

To banish mediocrity;
To live a life that’s wild and free;
To sit and watch the world roll by,
Prohibiting the hands of time;

To stand by your convictions,
Defying life’s restrictions;
To embrace every blissful year
With merriment and joyful cheer;

To dance about the solstice fires
Without the fear of prying eyes;
To dip into your wickedness;
To go ahead and seek your bliss;

To savour grace but relish passion;
To flaunt a unique sense of fashion;
To walk upon a timeless path;
To master a beloved craft;

To bathe in oceans filled with pain;
To learn to rise and shine again;
To age with zest and strengthen knowledge;
To take a leap of boundless courage;

To follow guts and know thyself;
To nourish your own precious health;
To cherish souls whose ships have sailed,
Their victories and timeworn tales;

To rise and live each day renewed;
To thine own self, always be true;
To show them all that they were wrong;
To stun them with a finer song;

To flaunt your authenticity;
To shine for one and all to see;
To be a soaring soul unbroken,
A bright and beautiful commotion.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photographer Unknown

Peaceful Encounters

Peaceful Encounters

Tonight, may I dream of a faraway land,
A land undiscovered by covetous hands;
I’ll saunter through meadows beneath flawless skies,
Where unwritten wisdom enraptures my eyes.

I’ll sneak through the woods to draw in the crisp air,
Examined by creatures in slovenly lairs;
I’ll rest beneath clouds that inspire fine art,
My head in the cowslip and love in my heart.

The hare shall approve of my peaceful encounters,
He’ll throw me a wink as he hops through the flowers;
The mystical cries of the eagles above
Will summon a feeling of who I once was.

I’ll board a fine vessel to cruise the vast ocean
With nothing but joy as my magical potion;
The stars will put on a magnificent show,
Each one of them bound to my wanderlust soul.

I’ll nurture the child that exists in my being;
A magic that thrives as I keep on believing;
And all of my senses will widely awaken
In Nature’s retreat, my perpetual haven.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Image: Celtic dream by *Costurero-Real on deviantART

The Witch Shall Fly

The Witch Shall Fly


Witchcraft trickled from her lips
as moonbeams lavished gold;
her nights were laced with sorcery
and alchemy of old.
As hollows full of sleeping souls
dreamt of their far-off realms,
she whispered to the universe
her wishes and her spells.
The cat upon the table purred
as fragrant tributes burned;
with grace and wisdom, she applied
the methods she had learned.
Her sheer devotion to the craft
was written in her skin;
a child of sun and moon and stars;
her magic bloomed within.
The candle flames upon a ledge
invoked a soothing glow,
and through her window she did gaze
to starry skies on show.
No matter what of history,
her soul was pure and bright;
with witchcraft at her fingertips,
the witch shall fly tonight.

© 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved

Pic Source: karabadan.com/postcards/CatF2W2.html

My chaperone, The Moon

My chaperone, The Moon


~My chaperone, The Moon~

Once upon a misty moon
Where solemn secrets dwell
Upon the waves of boundless seas
She weaves her potent spells

So resolute and graceful
So infinite and true
She elevates my tethered soul
My chaperone, the moon

Though ghosts of sadness haunt me
And resolution dies
She hears my dark delusions
Beneath those starry skies

And when my sad heart comes undone
And wails its desperate tunes
She binds my soul with sympathy
My chaperone, the moon

In flames of fierce denial
When tragedy enslaves
Her incantations summon me
Upon my window pane

Beholder of my secrets
Seeress of solitude
Upon the dusk, I call to you
My chaperone, the moon

Sweet maiden ever-glowing
Sweet warden of the skies
Dear matriarch of moonbeams
To whom my secrets fly

Upon my waves of wickedness
And tear-stained solitude
Oh, shine for me, dear sentinel
My chaperone, the moon

© 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved

Image: My Spell On You by Obsessed-by