Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Copper Pot of Gold



There is a story
ancient old
about a copper
pot of gold,
tho’ not of the kind
usually sought by man,
but a living kind
that grows freely
upon the land,
whose value really
is quite priceless
and this was known
by a certain pirate
who gripped that pot
till the day he died
with a strength like iron
so that even if we dared
we could not pry it loose
with all our might;

He clutches it still
though all that's left of him
is bones
and perhaps the distant
moans and groans
of what he died of
mysteriously
as he sat at the base
of an old oak tree.

Really, truly
quite quite ponderous
as all about the scene
is an eerie green
like that of phosphorus

and engraved upon the pot
are words,
I believe for all of us
that to continue
to try and rid the world
of this gold
is preposterous
bordering
on
monstrous!
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Within the writing of this poetry
are hints that act as memory hooks
to help one to recall
some of the properties
of a plant,
plus its uses and looks.

If you'd like to hear them
as I am often on the wing,
You may contact me through
this address ( lovellsimonsjanet_at_yahoo.ca)
then I'll give you a ring.



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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Faerie Lore


 
Lend an ear if you wish to hear
of the Lore about Faeries,

It's in the form of a poem
so I don't go on
too long
for fear of boring you.

Much is true, some poo... poo,
These are words used by others to describe us.

I shouldn't repeat them, should probably delete them
There are some faeries who may make a fuss.


So do keep all under wraps, or perhaps
they may twist and knot your hair,

All the while laughing, maybe even clapping
at your frustration and despair.

Yes, it may come as a surprise, we're not always nice,
In fact can be nasty.
Usually though, we jovial,
even helpful and happy.


One reason though I'll have you know,
we can can feel considerable displeasure,

Is when disrespect and destructiveness
is inflicted upon nature.


That's another story that may make you feel sorry
which is not my purpose today,

So I'll go on with my poem
without further delay.

We can be enormously ugly
Terribly beautiful and,
Awfully mischievous.


We're elusive, capricious, callous, gregarious,
a powerful enchanting muse.


We're keepers of wisdom, do not dismiss us
simply because we don't feel like you do.


We're delicate, tragic, beguiling, magic
and hold witness to you, too.


We're highly emotional, part of the ebb and flow
of cosmic tides and embody sensitivity,


We're inspirational, laughing, joyful
and are attracted to creativity.


We're creatures of raw stuff, simply adore those
to love to dance and sing,

We can glide over water, and are part of
invisible aspects within the world's workings.


You may see us glittering, twinkling, in flight
upon gossamer wings,
Hear a peal of bells, see us dancing in circles
to harps, reed whistles, tambourines.
We come from over the horizon, upon a misty island,
We live in the rocks, hills, trees,
even beneath your feet in the dirt.


We try to remind you of your connections
with each other and the earth.


We have many names
that have come over time
from numerous different places.

Like Ghillie Dhee, Gwaragedd Annwn (Gawrageth Anoon)
Killmoulis and Black Annis.

There are Pixies and Shee
Kobolds, Selkie,
Goblins, Spriggins, and Glaistig.

I think you’ll know
of Bogies and Dwarfs
maybe even the Will o’ Wisp.

Surely the Lepichaun,
perhaps the Browinie,
but there will be others
that are unfamiliar.

Like the Booka, Cluricaun, Coblynau,
(Ben-nee-yeh) Bean-nighe
and Knockers.

Hear of the Nuckelavee, (Leanan-Shee)Leanan-Sidhe
Puck, Redcap, and Urisk
There's the Alp-Luachra, Fenoderee
as a list, I think that’s it.

I’ll tell you a bit more
about one, two, three…
maybe four,
if you’re willing to listen…

Then, I will begin... 

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If you wish to hear more of this lore,
then do email me at the address below...

lovellsimonsjanet(at)yahoo(dot)ca