Life is a tapestry of loss. This is a theme that often comes up in my daily personal poem because it is simply a hallmark of mortal life. Everything changes … Continue reading Everything lost to you will be returned in sweet Elysium.
There is a secret we share when the wheat bows down and light bursts blinding from the ground. The thread at your wrist, the thread at your ankle neither bound … Continue reading Poem: Eleusis
No. Truth has worth more than gold or rubies or even our individual lives. Without the stone to hold the hill, the soil wears into the river. The walls crumble … Continue reading Poem: Truth
O these stolen moments of incense and offerings at my smaller shrine. Alone yet not alone, bare feet pad spiraling through the house, settling back at that altar half-hidden in … Continue reading Poem: New moon
As my grove decided to celebrate Skira on the autumn equinox, I renewed my long-lost commitment to Demeter, Persephone and their Mysteries. As I so often do, I explored this … Continue reading A few Eleusinian poems
This is no time for kindness. Fresh-faced as spring, with braided hair you look over a shoulder with moistened lips dew on grass. He follows, oh how he follows you … Continue reading Poem: Freddie
Thick the gold paves the path, our hands upturned to catch the bounty. The most venerable of substances is not found underground — it drops down from the spindle of … Continue reading Ogham poem: Óir/Gold