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Poems

"It is probable that the pre-ecstatic euphoria [of the shaman] constituted one of the universal sources of lyric poetry." - Mircea Eliade

 

"Poetic creation still remains an act of perfect spiritual freedom.  Poetry remakes and prolongs language;  every poetic language begins by being a secret language, that is, the creation of a personal universe, of a completely closed world."  - Mircea Eliade

cernunnos stag god carved into a standin

The Deer Remains

Woodland whispers like a breeze through the elm

There used to be a god who captained this helm

Long-forgotten downtrodden the deer god still reigns 

Even without offerings or prayers, his spirit remains 

 

Cernunnos the gatekeeper most ancient wise soul

How long have you been drinking from this empty bowl

We drum, rattle and hope you hear us sing

It's been too long dear friend please will you let us in

 

Crack open the door to the celts otherworldly knowing

We are here to praise the air and fly higher than a Boeing 

These lands, they are magic, mythic and deeply rooted

For in your fiery head, nothing is left diluted 

 

Your clarity doth sparkle and flutter in like waves

If only for a moment I would grasp your leaves and say

We're sorry we have forgotten your ritual in May

Please forgive us and accept our childish impish ways

 

May we too know the secret of your friend the deer

It hides in plain sight but its beauty is crystal clear

It's horns adorn you much like the buzzing beetle

I'll lay down for you in a position known as foetal 

For seven years its larvae eats away the flesh so sodden

May I too show commitment by recalling what's forgotten 

 

We have been slaving and toiling in our minds like a flail

With our new offerings and love we hope you will prevail 

Shine in your light from the land's deep ancient heart 

That sits in conjunction with our ancestor's stone art

 

May we too become the circle solid and complete

With no holes or wounds will our energy seep

Bless you, sacred deer for you too have remained

In the centre of this landscape, your heart is not restrained

 

May we be wild, free and as beautiful as Yew

Open the door to the otherworld so we can walk through

Bless these Isles, dance and rejoice in splendour

For the spirit of the deer long hidden will open up your centre.

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