Here tears cascade down to the earth below
soaking the dry, hungry, aching soil
Her voice brings the wind to howl and blow
her rage heard in the thunder that roils
or seen in the luminescent coils
that light up the dark sultry summer night
touching down to earth with burning bite
Quick as it started her rage starts to wane
exhausted of her will, strength and her might
She lets her tears fall softly as the rain
Six Little Myna Birds
Six little myna birds fly by at speed
Racing to claim their turf or get their feed.
Five little myna birds swoop to the ground
What do you suppose their sharp eyes have found?
Four little myna birds chasing a grow
Size matters not, the birds will have a go.
Three little myna birds splash in the pool
In summer heat they know how to keep cool.
Two little myna birds eyeing a lunch
Then chase folks away to have a quick munch.
One little myna bird sitting all alone
‘Gainst the setting sun he flies away home.
Six Little Myna Birds
Six little myna birds fly by at speed
Racing to claim their turf or get their feed.
Five little myna birds swoop to the ground
What do you suppose their sharp eyes have found?
Four little myna birds chasing a grow
Size matters not, the birds will have a go.
Three little myna birds splash in the pool
In summer heat they know how to keep cool.
Two little myna birds eyeing a lunch
Then chase folks away to have a quick munch.
One little myna bird sitting all alone
‘Gainst the setting sun he flies away home.
He was pierced through the heart by my long held foe
He fell to the floor in a twilight haze
From and elf was the arrow, the enchanted bow
Did make him descend to a horrid craze
Wrent was the night by my anguished cries
The moon shivered to see my condition
But tears, pain and tormented sighs
Could not save him from his affliction
I left him then, to forge a medicine
Some nettle, some plantain and sweet feverfew
Some wine and he’ll come back to me
Though while I went a gaze looked in
And pulled him neath the eldest yew
Now my love is nowhere to see.
Happy little bees flit from flower to flower
Bottoms of pollen
Trailing dust in the air
Honey scented summer breeze granting power
Bring magic daydreams
And wishes to share
Autumn arrives slow
The rain is barely noticed
The heat is still too strong
But darkness will come
The light dims on the landscape
As the sun grows week
On the wings of wind
The winter herald arrive
The cold ones gain rule
The dark season starts
With the loss of the Sun’s might
Then winter begins.
With the hanging of the autumnal wreath
The light begins to fade away
Summer calms and sheathes its teeth
The season is in the air we breathe
A faint whiff can be smelled of decay
With the hanging of the autumnal wreath
The wind is so supple and lithe
Stalking warmth as though it is prey
Summer calms and sheathes its teeth
The leaves fall and cover the heathe
Red and gold glamorous fill the shortening days
With the hanging of the autumnal wreath
The lengthening nights do bequeathe
Wisdom for those who will pray
Summer calms and sheathes its teeth
The wild host starts to fidget and seethe
The map of the stars shows the way
With the hanging of the autumnal wreath
Summer calms and sheathes its teeth.
The Door
I know I left it somewhere
It was here a moment ago
Trapped
There is no point in a flare
If I die here no one will know
Foiled
Someone pretending to care
A barbed hand and eyes all aglow
Destined
It is the song in the air
It is the river’s current flow
Joyful
Do the sweet lambs ever care
Of their death, are they in the know
Resigned
I meet the fairy’s hard stare
He smiles cause he knows I can’t go
Rejected
The forest folk stop all the glare
They all see me as a foe
Forlorn
I couldn’t not bear to leave there
He dragged me wailing with woe
Finished
I will feed the nightmare
The dirt is my final pillow.
By open bright flame
May the sun return to us
May new life renew
Breath deep the spring air
Feel your soul awaken
Feel the darkness fade
Push through the soil
Stretch your roots outward and wide
Push your leaves upwards
The cold wind drowns out
The heat of coming summer
But we see it still
The trees are awake again
The wheel forever turns
To the Tuntre sprawling high and proud
To the beings in residence here
To the quiet ones as well as the loud
To the ones that love us dear
Through Sunna’s journey so bright
You are with me and I am with you
May victory guide our track.
Through Mani’s vigil at night
You are with me and I am with you
May home always lead us back.
C.M. Wellsmore 