L'Etoile du Nord

Something stirs
Beneath the snow
It groans softly
No eyes as yet
Unfurled to peer
At the world above

Little one below
Will I love you?

I suppose its confusing, but I started this community as a prayer to the Muse and hoped others would join, but it turned into just my poetry journal. Which is fine, but then I went and created a community re having a working group to explore the Craft and called it mnconstellation, but the group is currently being called "Star of the North." Okay, yeah...

Maybe, its a good thing. Keep em all confused!!!!!! So long as I know what's what! Or I could just change the name of the other community or create a brand spanking new one, I suppose.

I could change it to the same name in French! ;)

Heartsong
The beginning place calls
Who can deny the pull
Of where we best belong
Lost and lonesome
We long for home
And part of that longing
Belongs to the arms of the God
The lap of the Goddess
She of the caves
And He of the burning bone
So old They have no names
Older even than time
Where can we find Them
If not in our hearts
Their song remains
Strong

One dream--to someday get out a book of poetry. I know that's difficult, since poetry generally doesn't sell, but I'm looking for a way around it.

To Lilitu

Dark mother
Upon the distant shores
Her pain an ecstasy
Bringing forth the world of witches
Dark and shadow
Brightness beyond measure
They were right to fear her
As much as her sons and daughters
Love her
For Her love burns within them all
His gift
Made manifest
A star rising above them
As they walk to the far ends of the earth
And beyond

While doing research for another project I found that the name of this region "L'Etoile du Nord" is also on the Minnesota seal. I knew it was the old French name for this whole area, but I guess I never looked at the seal.

Duh...which is why Minnesota is "The North Star State."

The star of the north is the pole star, the central hub, the place where you go to begin the hero quest, the place where the Gods live...all these things in old mythology. Its a directional star, the still point, the crux of the matter.

In my faith, the North is Earth and Being, pure Being. No thoughts, no words, no feelings...just being.

Stillness
The shadow comes
Stealing across the sands
Nothing could be quieter
Or more deadly
Than the knowledge of self
True self
And fearing that
Which you are
Or should be

To know without words
To sing without song
The "I Am"
Pure and honest
And oh so rare

Do not fear, but seek
Do not hide, but embrace
Follow
Follow the cold north star
To the end of all

Lightning Rod

Answers
No answers
Questions
No questions
Too many things jumbled up behind my eyes
I'm overwhelmed
Dizzy with sharp lines and curving edges
All leading everywhere
And nowhere all at once

There's a door in my heart
It used to stand open
But too many walked in
Without knocking
Claiming they were friends
When they were not
For their own hearts were shut
Knowing or unknowing
The balance wasn't right
How could it be

The Gods have spoken
Teach with love
Show with love
Be with love
And if they learn not
See not
Feel not
Are unable to open their hearts
Then there is nothing you can do
Nothing at all

Nothing
But stand aside
As the lightning strikes
As their chests are burst wide
By the dread hand of Fate
Leaving them
To live or to die
Their choice

As it was yours
To walk away
In sorrow and in pain
That it had to be that way

honeybee hunger
dreaming on the flower
petals fall
I go without
no matter
stinging is all about the revenge

The Turning Tide

Staring at the mountain
The moon hides
The stars a crown
Matched by torchlight
We stand
Just one more time
We stand
Waiting for the future
One foot in the past
One foot in other
Overlapped by our Faery selves
Each a crossing road
One that even Fate
May not deny.

This was a one minute poem...the same sort of thing that I encouraged people to do at the Muse workshop. It was wonderful how much good stuff (even great!) came out of people getting just 1 or 2 minutes to write a piece of poetry. Gets the juices going. Which is the point. :)

Try it--yah might like it!!!!

The dreams gather
Black feather
Silver steel
I am unarmed
But no less dangerous for that
They weave around me
Forming a cloak of desires
Mute and caustic
I walk on the unseen shores
Looking for my crown
Unsure of whether
I will claim it once found
Sure I can do no other.

Ice witch
Queen of the frozen north
Sadness enslaved to the cold
Still tears
The lakes chilled to the core
The winds wash away the tracks
Where she has walked
No one knows where she's gone
Nor from whence she came
Blue and pale
She stands upon the edge of the mountain
Wrapped all in ragged fur
Mother of sleep
The sleep of death
Keeper of wolves
Sister to the bear of the caves
Bones hang around her neck
Her staff blackthorn
Made for cursing
Callieach
She remains