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Betwixt & Between

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

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.