Poetry & Gallery

Welcome,
here I hope to share a little of what I feel, see and hear in these changing times
we find ourselves in.

** Regular visitors will notice that many pieces of my poetry are now no longer available online - this is due to them being published and now available in a larger book along with many others both old and new.

Bards Freedom

What illness affects this green isle
When free voices and speech
Are met with threats and denial
Of freedoms contained, unwanted, unheard
For being true to our vows
And not joining the herd
When poets, bards and warriors
Those who would stand free
Are gagged and bound away
Tis a sad day for both you and me
My oaths are to the Land
My vows to Blood and Kin,
My spirit, voice, pen and sword
Will not be drowned within
Neither by threats or bullies
Will the voice be shut away
Nor by abuse and false words
Will it be kept from lights day
Lands folk cannot be gagged
Nor cut from life’s Tree
Nor censored for Bards words
Because we were born free
And like ripples on the pond
Free words spread ever outwards
Even unto fair Avalon and beyond

EW © 2006

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Song

The colours swirled upon Her skin
blues, greens and golden browns
reds and yellows deep within,
Her body formed and grew and birthed
all colours and forms thrived upon Her earth
Her songs were sung upon the wind,
by fire, water and womans hearth
of pain and joy, life and love
the sounds echoed through the ground below
the skies above, the lands of warmth
and of ice and snow

As time passed by, the song began to fade
and those who once could see the sound
began their dreamless night
Where once they honoured and loved
they ravaged for hate and gain.
The Guardians few, Her secrets they kept
until the time was right
And the Warriors awoke from their slumber
to turn the dark tide with healing and light
Some heal, some fight,some guide the lost
some teach, some learn, some weave the bright cloth,
Some give of themselves, don't count the cost

The song is there, ringing high and true
what was once thought faded and lost is found in you,
in the forests and oceans wide, rainbow arcs
the breeze up high where Eagles soar,
the sacred drum beat deep underground,
labryinth walks and spiral paths,
Warriors all, hear the crystal sound
whether red or yellow, white or brown
listen closely with your heart
We're all the same, all together, not apart

©1993 M.S'D

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Movement

Flames leap and twist
cast shadows in the night,
Embers shift and shower
sparks that flare,
Rocks turn from black to white
glowing ever brighter,
Drum-beat echoes in the air.

Spring water cast over
turn to cloud of steam,
Rich scents of sacred herbs
swirl, flow all around,
Voice chants, rattle shakes,
Body move and sway,
Footsteps vibrate on the ground.

Doorway opens, shapes
form, join and dance,
Eagle, Wolf, Crow and Snake
Answers, questions, visions bring,
Sweat flows, energy peaks-
crackles, flies through the sky
then - gone, silence in the Shamans ring.

© 2001 M.S'D.

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Sentinels

Silent sentinels,
Cloaked in the mists of time.
Aged and weathered,
But standing still
Across the sacred line.

To catch the rays
Of midsummer sun,
And charge the ground
With pulsing warmth,
To keep the land well
Through the longest night
When the fires are lit
From left to right.
On a moon-lit night,
With hoar-frost glazing
The distant pasture,
And the blue shimmer
Of ancient power
Glows in the crisp air,
The cracklng hum
As the circle is walked
Seven times three around,
In the way of the Moon and Sun,
Echoes of old
And new rise on the wind
Until the deed is done.

Sentinels silent once more
Cloaked in the mists of time,
With memories past and future,
But standing still
Across the sacred line.

© 2001 M.S'D

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Stand Silently

Stand silently and listen
With the soul and spirit fresh,
And watch the suns first rays
Glisten on the dew all around,
Spider-webs with crystals arrayed
Vibrate to a gentle sound.
On a dappled path
The rustle of life and leaves
Lifted by a sweet scent,
Bring words from the heart
And a glimpse of bright colour.
As the golden aura fades
With the rise of the moon
All is cast in silvery light,
And the whispered sound
That is sometimes missed
To join or heal but never part
Comes once again into sight

© 1994 M.S'D

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Gallery

Welcome to the gallery section - this is where I blow my own trumpet and show a few of my little 'doodles', I hope to rotate them over time with others, you never know I might get round to nudes one day!! Some of these can be found in e-card versions on various sites ~ I hope you enjoy them

Dragons Pearl © 2001 M.S'D

Guides of the Gateway © 2000 M.S'D

Herb Cottage © 1998 M.S'D

Serenity © 1993 M.S'D

Inner Eye © 2001 M.S'D