Tir na nOg - Land of the Everliving > Avebury

Tir na nOg - Land of the Everliving > Avebury

© Jem Farmer 2008,2009, all rights reserved.

Before the Dawn

The world of stars I see,
Above the Earth each night,
Is where I find my dreams,
Before the dawn’s daylight.

The kiss of dew tastes sweet,
The gift of nature’s rite,
Awake the spites of life,
Before the dawn’s daylight.

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Queen of the May --- Stave Stanza

She is the queen of starlit nights,
her beauty beyond mortal sights,
one kiss, she will possess my soul,
and dreams of desire she'll cajole,
in merry dance she leads the way,
my queen, and lady of the May.

When seasons call, goddess returns,
to sacred hearts where passions burns,
her song, harmonic cadences,
refreshed by slow Sapphic glances,
summer reborn on hallowed day,
my queen, and lady of the May.

She took my hand and stole my heart,
of this world I'm no longer part,
when blessed lady touched my lip,
the ways of old released their grip,
caught in illusions of freesia spray,
my queen, and lady of the May



JF 10 March 2009


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The Henge -- Free verse

Chilling winds echo setting sun.
carrying time backwards
temple of peace, focal point,
herders’ lands mingle with grain,
where bronzed traders negotiate.



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Reason

Hear her heart beat drumming, calling, hark the thunder crashing loudly,
Mother Earth in rhythms, calling, nature's voice is singing proudly.

Child of nature dances barefoot, sensing music all around her,
Through the embers gather black soot, spiralled seasons softly blur.

Feel the wisping breezes squalling, mistrals swirl to primal heart beat,
Romany style dirndl scrawling autumnal colours sweeping moon's feet.

Winter brings the Holly King's chill, bells are ringing new year's glory,
Yuletide feasting sharing goodwill, children's voices tell the story.

Waning, waxing year of season, nature weaving Earth in beauty,
Giving Man a ceaseless reason, care and protect her, our duty.

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Vernal Senses

The first gentle kiss of sunlight,
invites my soul with its dawn ray,
to spend a while with nature's love,
wandering spring's pathways today.

Inhale the freshness after snow,
entwined with sweet floral bouquet,
from clusters of yellow found there,
wandering spring's pathways today.

Savour this first morning of growth,
that brings joy and hope as I pray,
tastes of life released from winter,
wandering spring's pathways today.

Musical serenades return,
as birds call their lovers to play,
among the budding leaves I see
wandering spring's pathways today.

Visions of sunshine saffron clouds,
cheeky daffodils wave my way,
my companions as I walk in thought,
wandering spring's pathways today.


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Familiar by Jeff Green

Once you were Jem adopting feline form
You walked where she could never hope to tred
And heard each word that she had never said
Familiar with magic to perform

Your eyes were deep yet always soft and warm
You rode your mistress like a motor bike
So different you two were yet alike
Familiar with magic to perform

Without her Crowe can Jem outrace the storm
What can she do now she must search alone
For you are now a spirit in the stone
Familiar with magic to perform

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Dactyllic Tetrameter

Brilliant skies of surrealistic winter days,
Shades of grey lacking in cheer or delighting ways,
Mingle with vivid sighs, spring is arriving soon,
Icy the winds that recall the white snows of dune.

Children relay the intrigue of her mystery,
Seasons reclaim this awakening history,
Looking forward to rebirth of our Mother Earth,
Colour again will bedeck her ichorous girth.

Nature entices the eyes with exquisite dreams,
Winter white winds of elusive elation seems,
Out of our reach through belief in the living times,
Quickens consoling memories of springs eloquent and sublime.

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Cold Tranquility Descends

On winter's nights, so calm, so still,
the Goddess starts to sing,
a voice of warmth against the chill,
that touches mortal wing,
a moon lit beacon, over hill
and valley peace She'll bring.

This tranquil spot amid the stone,
the words of Ancient's call,
on moment passed from maid to crone,
where boulders remain tall,
and blighted frost inspires the tone,
embraced within prayer shawl.

My Goddess sits in skies serene,
amid the night's star light,
ponder Her gaze upon the scene,
Her love where hearts unite,
the gift of peace from heaven's Queen,
as souls on Earth delight.

 © Jem Farmer 2009, All rights reserved