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This is my first ogham reading in weeks, and I must say its auspicious message is very fitting as we approach Bealtaine, the Gaelic May Day festival. There's a tl;dr below.
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘩 (birch) indicates that it's time to blaze a new trail, to start down a new path, unhindered by the burdens of our past, be it unhelpful or harmful beliefs, behaviours or people. This Spring (Autumn if you are in the Southern hemisphere), we are called to walk as holy fools, light-footed and enamoured with life. We are to embark upon a quest for 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. It's time to live truly unencumbered from the narratives and traumas that have been keeping us behind, both individiually and collectively. It's time to decolonise our minds, our bodies, and our societies. It's time to finally walk proud and free.
𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦 (holly) in this reading warns us that we will be severely tried - mentally, spiritually and, for some of us, physically as well. But stick to your course, push through the fire, the smoke (and the CS gas) because if you do, your branches will bear blood-red berries - your iron tested and tempred by the battle-flames.
If we stick it through, if we make it to the end of the path, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭 (hazel) indicates that the reward we will reap is no less than 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢í𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘵: wisdom, knowledge, inspiration, enlightment... Which in Gaelic tradition is not abstract, disconnected knowledge, but a deep knowing of ourselves and of the world around us - a grounded, embodied, holistic, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 enlightenment. Burn baby burn.
tl;dr
𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘩 urges us to set out on a new path, free and unburded
𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦 warns us that we will be tried and tested - but don't give up. Don't you dare give up.
𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭 promises us that, if we stick it through, we will earn 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢í𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘵 - embodied wisdom, a deep knowing of ourselves and of the world around us.
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the shattered shards
of your sacred heart
may pointed pierce my palms
but I will kneel by you
and gather them
and shape them into stars
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every poem
is not about you and yet
each syllable is
#poem#mine#my poetry#original poem#romantic#haiku poem#original haiku#haiku poetry#daily haiku#haiku#Writer#Poetry
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I like you — do you
like me? — why then — let's end this
poem with a kiss
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shit shit shit shit shit
shit shit — pause to breathe — shit shit
shit shit shit shit shit
#best poem I've ever written#poem#mine#my poem#my poetry#diary#original poem#my writing#daily haiku#haiku poetry#original haiku#haiku poem#Haiku
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I wish I could pen
epic poetry — instead
I slay syllables
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Beckett on my shelf
untouched since I still held hope
in waiting for god
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A tapestry of spells
With time, witchcraft has become entwined with all other aspects of my life. Like leaves on a tree, clouds in the autumn sky or waves on the sea, it has become difficult to perceive where one area starts and where the other ends.
My existence is slowly weaving itself into a tapestry of spells.
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the train sings to me
in rumble deep
in cheep chirp clatter
in cheerful brattle
silver dolphin
slither free
through metal creek
suburban sea
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Vent de l’oublié
Marasme tré
b
u
c
h
an
t
qui défie tes Contours.
Mes Laideurs.
Devenir
tête-chercheuse en corps-bêche
S o n d e r
sous
-
sols
hasardeux
de ton crève-coeur
ma voix porte
l’aveu
Au vent des entérinés
Rafale aspirera
silhouette
Balayer
tes
deux Yeux
éclipses
Au sol,
vestiges de tes petits
os
é p a r s e s
Humer l’Alizé
De ce qui
a
été.
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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
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si d'aventure notre peau s'effleure
si notre chair surprise s'éveille avec ferveur
si nos âmes saisies s'arriment un moment
qu'éclosent de nos lèvres de sublimes printemps
#poem#mine#my poem#my poetry#original poem#romantic#my writing#french poetry#French poem#poème français#poème#poésie#Écriture
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I wish I could heal
with the sí's holy waters
but the well is far
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I broke my ma's mug
shards shot through the summer haze
gone are thonder days
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Witchcraft and poetry are inseparable for me. What is a poem but a spell, every word woven with care and intention? A poem has the potential to craft new worlds, to open a portal into unseen realities, to rewild our hearts and souls. Poetry is spellcraft.
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