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

Drawing Breath

Drawing Breath

Follow the roads
that enlighten your soul
that inspire your heart
to put life before gold

believe in yourself
chase your dreams
never strive to appease
those who breed
misery
or demise

attempt to unfurl
to unravel your soul
from the tiniest acorns
great oak trees are born

with courage
you’ll reap all the seeds
you have sown
peel yourself from the shadows
and let your roots grow

from cradle to grave
may you never forswear
your own faith
your convictions
your hopes and your prayers

live hard and live fast
make your peace with the past
raise your eyes to the skies
and sustain your wild heart

every day
on the earth
place your hands in the dirt
walk each mile with a smile
and remember your worth

dear child
trust your instincts!
your gut is your pilot
let no pointed finger
condemn you to silence

hold on to your essence
embrace your reflection
stand up and stamp out
false ideas of perfection

give time to your brood
feel the beauty of living
for life truly flies
every day is a blessing

ride life’s roller coaster
with grace and devotion
with limited time
live each day like a poem

if life comes undone
cast your eyes to the stars
hear the voice
deep inside you
that calls you to rise

grow older
grow wiser
be bolder
be wilder

dear beautiful soul
set your spirit on fire

— Amelia Dashwood © 2017, All Rights Reserved.

Time

Time

~Time~

Do not
waste your time
endlessly navigating
the ferocious tides
of society’s
artificial designs

do not greet
the morning sunrise
with regret or a sigh
as you sell your soul
from 9 to 5
building someone else’s dreams
in a corporate landmine
just to stay alive

do not judge beauty
on what the media defines
to be your primary duty

because truly

your authenticity
exhibits the rarities
and beloved ancestry
of the tree that will lead you
to the roots
that bore your story

why disguise your glory?

do not build
your hopes and dreams
or grand ideals
without first
making a deal with yourself
to turn them into memories
that are real

go

live out your days
with fire in your soul
grasping your liberty
and building goals
that are brave
and wild
and bold

and know

no matter what you are told
by those with riches to behold
ALL of life is precious
rich or poor
young or old

be humble

because
when you are six feet under
when your body meets the coal
your story will remain
but not your gold

and when the time comes by
when you must whisper your last goodbyes
to the birds
the trees
and the iridescent skies

may you greet your final sunrise with a smile

because you lived a life so wild
that you are ready
to expire

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photography Tasha Tudor, by Richard Brown

By The Gods

By The Gods


By the Gods, I am free
To unfurl and be me
In a land formed of patience and silence.
By the land and the seas,
I compose my heart’s dreams
As I walk on a path formed of kindness.

By the whispering leaves,
I grow close to the trees
As they humble my soul in their presence.
By their time-stricken boughs,
I abandon my shroud
And unburden my mind of its penance.

By the mountains, I rise
To cerulean skies
And such beauty, my eyes cannot fathom.
By the bright stars above,
I know genuine love
As their magic unleashes my passion.

By the moon matriarch,
I unbury my heart,
For she nurtures my soul and my being.
By the light that she shines,
I can sense The Divine
On the path that my spirit is weaving.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Image source: thedarkangel.co.uk
Photography by Lunaesque