I thought I would share with you some of the poems  I wrote a few years ago. My journey into Spirit and Fey began initially with tragedy - I lost a friend to suicide in 2001, but his spirit is still with me and thanks to him a whole new road opened up for me. He was one of those people who touched many, and I am thankful for the blessing of knowing him if only for two and a half short years. Because of him I opened up to Spirit and became aware of not only deceased Spirit, but tree spirits, fey and angels. My interest in Druidry followed thereafter.

I wrote a lot of these poems when I was working in a little Essex village called St. Osyth; there is a small park there with a beautiful willow tree, and the tree spirit inspired much creativity in me. At the time I was not only soul-searching spirituality-wise, but was also yearning to find my soulmate. Add to that an awakening to the presence of angels, a desire to move on from what had become a frustrating workplace, and a concern for the environment, and you have the majority of factors that would have influenced these poems! A lot of them are about soulmates, angels and love. :o) 

I'll post more in time but for now here are two of them. Hope you enjoy them :o)

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“The Web That Weeps Mortals”

 

In a web spun silver by a spider that cries

I lie entangled awaiting my prize

Sweet release from this wearying time

And thus surrendered unto oblivion sublime

 

The weather flies by in a flurry of sights

I am blind to its beauty for my heart it fights

My vision lies lost in the fields of the broken

Surmounted by solitude and words left unspoken

 

This moment, this time, this questioning doubt

Gnawing at me while my head floats about

Dazed and confused for my self is not my own

I am frozen inside and stripped down to the bone

 

There is nothing in my story to salvage my ships

No heroes come here, no prince to kiss my lips

It is for one person alone to save me

For only within can I set myself free

 

So I break loose the web that binds me to the world

The silver spun threads to oblivion are hurled

I unleash my soul, and to the heavens it flies

To leave sorrow behind with a spider that cries.

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“Songbird”

 

Sing to me songbird

Tell me of your woes

Sing to me of distant lands

Their friendly folk and foes

Give to me your promise

That you will again return

And bring to me your stories

That I may hear and learn

Take me on a journey

Through your thicket and your trees

Give me an escape route

From this drudgery sweet release

Oh sing to me my songbird

That I may grow wings and fly

And learn myself my own tune

To help get myself by

Then fly away sweet songbird

In skies that set you free

And think of me, oh songbird

Left behind with nought but me

And if you chance upon one

Whose fate is much like mine

Then send them swiftly to me

With their kisses sweet like wine

Then perhaps dear songbird

You would find a brand new song

Inspiring others, your song immortal

While the shadows yet grow long

So keep singing, dear sweet songbird

And take with you all my love

Go touch another as you have me

With divine fragility sent from above

Soar and fly, and sing eternal

Your wings spread wide in elation

And take your tune wherever you go

Inspiring peace in every nation

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Blessed Be!

Louise x