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Post by Blackbird on Dec 17, 2005 15:26:07 GMT -1
Eponalia falls tomorrow - and I will be honouring my Lady with music and song, with offerings and praise. Here is a little something that I wrote for the occasion:
Across the land and over sea The Grey Mare passes swift and bright With cups and voices high in praise We sing to her this night.
Gaze up into the midnight sky And see her horse-herds running far She leads them on their wheeling course Beyond the northern star
And whiter than the sun is she And bright the sparks from flying feet Her tail flies out with star-fire but No star could fly so fleet.
And in the budding wealth of May She sings to us in growing green Of mist filled paths and stags full-tined These wonders we have seen
Right well she nourishes her kin She gives the milk and fruit and grain So when the harvest time is come We sing for her again
Her horses race towards the shore Amid the frenzied, fretting foam And far beyond the Western Sea Will carry you to home
Where is this home? Tis where we meet The Antlered Lord on wooded mound Where stallions race on endless plains Where youth and joy are found.
Across the land and over sea The Grey Mare passes swift and bright With cups and voices high in praise We sing to her this night.
© Blackbird Hollins September 2005
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Post by jez on Dec 17, 2005 18:07:11 GMT -1
I offered Calvados tonight - of the things I had, that seemed to be right.
I shall offer song at dawn, noon and dusk.
Be well, Blackbird, beloved of the Lady.
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Jez
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