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Call for the Dead: John le Carre: audible version read by Michael Jayston. Delicious! I’m currently enjoying the Audible version read by Michael Jayston is utterly perfect as narrator, well able to move voices. And he’s able to enunciate le… Continue Reading →

Night of the Mothers

This is a reblog from 2 years back but it wanted to come out again for this Sun Return …

Midwinter Spring

Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, In windless… Continue Reading →

Midwinter’s Eve

Midwinter’s eve is the time before the winter solstice, the day the sun is at the lowest point on its arc, and the day before it stands still for three days before turning around again and beginning to rise higher… Continue Reading →

Trees of the Goddes

A new way of looking at the ogham Morgan Daimler: Author. My own approach to tree lore and the Ogham is entirely traditional so I found Elen Sentier’s book a fascinating look into an entirely different approach to the subject. Elen… Continue Reading →

Vampires in everyday life

As vampires feature large in my latest novel, The Talisman, (just being edited now – then to find an agent!) I’m going to begin this blog with a quote from there … That’s what vampires did, sucked the life-energy out… Continue Reading →

Song of the Soul Catcher

  #poetry today #folklorethursday  

Arrow Moon & Horse Moon

Moon Song: a reading

Pipe And Slippers: With Elen Sentier

Pipe And Slippers: With Elen Sentier My friend Penny Blake who runs THE CURIOUS ADVENTURES OF MESSRS SMITH AND SKARRY has just got me to do a short bedtime story … go to the link to hear the audio. This is  her beginning, I… Continue Reading →

Froggy Goes a Courting

Origins of folksongs. Just listening to a BBC4 programme about Cecil B Sharpe and there was a lovely Appalachian rendition of Froggy Goes a Courting, they said it’s “just a children’s song” and also that it’s a nursery rhyme. Oh… Continue Reading →

Cawwwww !!!

Rushing blousy August Blows the tits around the house Swallows dive for food Carried sideways But the crows, oh the crows … Watch them sliding. slipping, stalling Playing the wind Screaming their defiance as it tries to blow them of… Continue Reading →

Wind

Wind I come home to wind Autumn wind But it’s only July I come home to wind Sounding the chimney Like it was November But it’s only July I come home to wind Whipping the trees Shaking the leaves Blowing… Continue Reading →

Aeron Flies

Eyes flare Feet itch Wings twitch Wind ruffles feathers Lift … float This is my element, my land Video & images Dyfi Osprey Project Land Song Series © Elen Sentier 2017 all rights reserved #mondayblogs #poetry-daily @Poetry_Daily ‏ @MondayBlogs 

Moorhen Chicks

Black fluff, feather fluff, Red cap, red beak. Plop! Float like natural, Perch on leaf, Lily holds him, Mother feeds him, Life is good. Nest on island, Hidden shelter, In the reeds. Mother knows, Hides them safely From the eaters… Continue Reading →

Still as Ghosts

after watching the video ringing of the Dyfi osprey chicks 2017 Thump! Crash! Up from the ground the thing comes. Still as ghosts we sit. Smell! Scent! Sound! It peers over the edge of the nest. Still as ghosts we… Continue Reading →

Rain from Heaven

Sipping, slurping, gulping, burping Garden thirsty for the rain Leaves unfurling, roots uncurling Supping up the soft wet rain Flowers dripping, grass-heads tipping Holding shiny beads of rain Lady’s Mantle holds the candle Cupping silver drops of rain Heaven opens,… Continue Reading →

Cat Astrophy

The pull from the flying saucer was overwhelming. Resistance is futile, Tabitha told herself. Her mother and siblings would miss her but the thrill of adventure had entered her bones. She just hoped there’d be milk in the saucer when… Continue Reading →

Midsummer Turning of the Year

Today the sun moves on Three days he has stood still Rising at the same point on the horizon While the two kings wrestle Oak has been the guardian Caring for the Lady Since the Sun-Return of Midwinter Now it… Continue Reading →

Hunter in Darkness

Whiskers twitching Ears listening Eyes slit She senses her prey in the gloaming light Night holds no terrors Except for Man Him she shuns eludes Escapes if she can Whiskers twitching in the gloaming light On the wild island where… Continue Reading →

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