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 Dance of Midsummer

The Dance of Midsummer

Come, dance, my child, the day is young;
Greeteth the moon, the stars and sun.
Lay bare thy feet upon the ground;
Don merry bells and floral crowns.

Set loose your songs of emerald green,
Of crimson skies and sapphire seas,
Of meadows ripe and rivers vast,
Of fables woven of the past.

Rise up, rise up from whence ye be;
The prancing embers beckon thee.
Set tresses wild and spirits high;
The sun commands thy soul to fly.

As maidens dance with hands a-wed;
Lift up thy cup above thy head.
The longest day shalt mark a feast
Of what hath passed and what may be.

With rolling drums and crowing men,
All hail the sun! Our Providence.
May troubles melteth to the breeze
And be replaced with jollity.

Praise be ye lore of better days;
Praise be the Earth, her fruits and grain.
Praise be the moon, the stars and sun.
May summer blesseth everyone!

Amelia Dashwood © 2017, All Rights Reserved

Ye Path of Yore

Ye Path of Yore

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~Ye Path of Yore~

‘Neath the jewels of crescent moonbeams
Cunning witches softly play
Stirring vessels of old wisdom
As the darkness steals away

Twisted sheafs and rose-hipped sonnets
Lilac moons and inky rooks
Stimulate their sylvan spirits
By the leaves of timeless books

Solitude and Mother Nature
Cloak them on ye path of yore
As they dance the jig of living
Bound to Nature ever more

Upon the sight of day-blind stars
Dear sisters gracefully unfurl
To fill the hours of their solace
Brightening a blackened world

And those who walk the path in secret
Recognise the cunning lore
Returning nods of high approval
As they walk ye path of yore

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Song of the Solstice

Song of the Solstice

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~Song of the Solstice~

Come, raise your hands up to the sun
And dance about the fires
For on this night, the solstice brings
The light back to the shires

Now, deck the halls with evergreens
And symbols of the sun
Adorn thy homes with merriment
And hope for everyone

Bless youthful ears with fables
Of beloved tales once told
And gift your wisdom of the lore
To those of young and old

Upon the entrance of the dawn
Embrace the blessed light
And feast another year of hope
On this, the solstice night

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Home

Home

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~Home~

Dear Mother Earth and stars above
Sweet, solemn moon and all I love
You offer me a humble home
A blessed path to meekly roam

Beloved lands and florid skies
I sit and watch you as you fly
As springs’ are born and winters’ die
You’ll be the reason that I rise

I live each day solely for you
Your honesty and simple truth
As kindness seems so far away
You saturate my hollow days

Sweet solitude and starlit nights
You grace me with your lullabies
As I adore your envied skies
Your beauty sets my soul alive

Rich, timeworn soil upon my hands
Raw beauty set within your lands
A remedy of troubled times
Your pathways lead to The Divine

Dear Mother Earth and stars above
Sweet, hallowed moon and all I love
If there is one thing you should know
In you, I’ll be forever home

© 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved