The Voice of the Mother
The Voice of the Mother My breath is on the morning and my smile is summer. From my hands the birds of the air take their food. The mild ox is my friend, the wolf trots by my friendly side: … Continue reading →
Tag Archives: Anglo-Saxon poems
I Sing of a Maiden
I Sing of a Maiden I sing of a maiden That is makeles; King of alle kinges To her son she ches. He cam also stille Ther His moder was, As dew in Aprille That falleth on the gras. He … Continue reading →
The Man on the Moon
The Man On The Moon The man on the moon stands and strides; On a forked stick he bears his burden; It’s a wonder he doesn’t drop; For fear he’ll fall he shakes and swerves. When the frost falls he … Continue reading →
Herbal Invocation
INVOCATION ‘Earth, divine Goddess, Mother Nature who generates all things and brings forth anew the sun which you have given to the nations; Guardian of sky and sea and of all gods and powers….through your power all nature falls silent … Continue reading →