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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 7:18am
7th Apr 2024 7:18am
Hymn to Water
They were windsurfing on the lake today.
Storm Kathleen was rolling in after all
and so I watched them on a jetty
skim the waves with all the grace
of Bambi on ice.
The sports club owns that one—
charges exorbitant fees to dive
as well as insisting on wet-suits
and tow-floats and lifeguards
and other shit sucking the life
from wild experiences.
I don’t swim there.
I refuse to be sanitised
and maybe as forty looms
I carry with me the spirit
of my anarchic era
...
Storm Kathleen was rolling in after all
and so I watched them on a jetty
skim the waves with all the grace
of Bambi on ice.
The sports club owns that one—
charges exorbitant fees to dive
as well as insisting on wet-suits
and tow-floats and lifeguards
and other shit sucking the life
from wild experiences.
I don’t swim there.
I refuse to be sanitised
and maybe as forty looms
I carry with me the spirit
of my anarchic era
...
#water
#nature
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
98 reads
8 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 8:56am
6th Apr 2024 8:56am
Hymn to Fire
There was a theme to the Leos.
A bold, unfailing theme of fuckery
because hindsight is a hell of a drug.
Truth is, I didn’t hear you leave.
Pad-foot God.
You and your blazing eyes
caught up in a massacre
and that’s how it felt—
as if I was a doe
decaying slowly.
As if the killer in you
painted my skin with ash.
A bold, unfailing theme of fuckery
because hindsight is a hell of a drug.
Truth is, I didn’t hear you leave.
Pad-foot God.
You and your blazing eyes
caught up in a massacre
and that’s how it felt—
as if I was a doe
decaying slowly.
As if the killer in you
painted my skin with ash.
#pagan
90 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 8:10am
5th Apr 2024 8:10am
Hymn to Air
Two arms, propellor blades
lift in and out of the lake
rhythmic and calm
rhythmic and calm
rhythmic and calm
I float
beneath the sun
yet no warmth in this world,
spring tides on a pivot of ice.
For a moment, I look at clouds
seeing shapes in formless things
then gulp down breath in lungfuls
as I plunge beneath April’s waves.
This is how it felt
before time began,
before people and taxes
became one strange God
this is how I crawl back
inside the womb, how I wait ...
lift in and out of the lake
rhythmic and calm
rhythmic and calm
rhythmic and calm
I float
beneath the sun
yet no warmth in this world,
spring tides on a pivot of ice.
For a moment, I look at clouds
seeing shapes in formless things
then gulp down breath in lungfuls
as I plunge beneath April’s waves.
This is how it felt
before time began,
before people and taxes
became one strange God
this is how I crawl back
inside the womb, how I wait ...
#myself
#pagan
#Britain
86 reads
4 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 9:11am
4th Apr 2024 9:11am
Hymn to Earth
I found the idle skeleton
of a lone deer out on the moor,
half-visible, half-sinking
into the bone-rich mud
eye sockets empty; the skin
quite gone as I considered
how death is simply life
with a free buffet.
Often, I dream of what it must
be like to sink into nothingness.
To seep slowly into the liminal,
to pour fuel into the abyss
how Earth
is always two parts green
often ten parts silence
of a lone deer out on the moor,
half-visible, half-sinking
into the bone-rich mud
eye sockets empty; the skin
quite gone as I considered
how death is simply life
with a free buffet.
Often, I dream of what it must
be like to sink into nothingness.
To seep slowly into the liminal,
to pour fuel into the abyss
how Earth
is always two parts green
often ten parts silence
#earth
#pagan
#Britain
111 reads
15 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 8:13am
3rd Apr 2024 8:13am
Hymn to Brigid
Ask her
where those wells touch sunlight;
where water kisses fragrant air
bursting with daisies, sweet honeysuckle
where she guides ink in heathen hands
pressed against warm sheets of paper,
word becoming thought,
thought becoming deed, and deed
becoming reason in humble retreat.
Ask her
where Celtic blood quakes in the eaves
of an oak-bound house, where children
gather around Mother’s milk, a fire roars,
part faith, part God in the arms
of the hopeless. She moves ...
where those wells touch sunlight;
where water kisses fragrant air
bursting with daisies, sweet honeysuckle
where she guides ink in heathen hands
pressed against warm sheets of paper,
word becoming thought,
thought becoming deed, and deed
becoming reason in humble retreat.
Ask her
where Celtic blood quakes in the eaves
of an oak-bound house, where children
gather around Mother’s milk, a fire roars,
part faith, part God in the arms
of the hopeless. She moves ...
#spring
#pagan
#Britain
84 reads
0 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 9:36am
2nd Apr 2024 9:36am
Hymn to Cernunnos
I threw up in the alley
shortly after leaving the car.
It was a mixture of things—
the smell of the place for one,
how my stomach lurched
the second I turned a corner
to see that old market cross
standing in the square
and there it was
the old flat rented out
in somebody else’s name,
the carpet shop quite gone
replaced with books
and barbers.
I looked up at the window.
Where [x] happened.
That thing.
I still can’t speak its...
shortly after leaving the car.
It was a mixture of things—
the smell of the place for one,
how my stomach lurched
the second I turned a corner
to see that old market cross
standing in the square
and there it was
the old flat rented out
in somebody else’s name,
the carpet shop quite gone
replaced with books
and barbers.
I looked up at the window.
Where [x] happened.
That thing.
I still can’t speak its...
#pagan
#Britain
#DomesticViolence
96 reads
2 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 8:43am
1st Apr 2024 8:43am
The lighting of the flame
I walk barefoot
calling to the heart
of Brigantes land
listen to the crow of moorland
shiver those dark, dead bones
… do you hear me, old ones
is your howl the feral fire
that stokes this Pagan blood
.
.
.
hail to the watchtowers,
the cardinal directions
hail to the sun, moon
and all her stars
hail to my beloved England
as she unfurls before me
singing the song of place,
the indigenous birthright
of alchemy—
stoke your fires deep within
...
calling to the heart
of Brigantes land
listen to the crow of moorland
shiver those dark, dead bones
… do you hear me, old ones
is your howl the feral fire
that stokes this Pagan blood
.
.
.
hail to the watchtowers,
the cardinal directions
hail to the sun, moon
and all her stars
hail to my beloved England
as she unfurls before me
singing the song of place,
the indigenous birthright
of alchemy—
stoke your fires deep within
...
#pagan
#Britain
106 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 6:07pm
30th Mar 2024 6:07pm
Hesperian Allure!
All clear last night, yet, in the southeast
the moon loafed over horizon puffs
as far flung as eldritch cottonwood fluffs
or dragon breath the Atlantides released
in apple garden exhalation mode
to glow as gold as the gibbous is thick
as satisfaction for the lunatic
wearied of the light emitting diode.
You see, lunatics know which light is best
and which hue most rewards the midnight eye
when mytho-scanning from east to west
all the aesthetics of a moonlit sky...
which Hesperus had long ago addressed
when she taught Luna...
the moon loafed over horizon puffs
as far flung as eldritch cottonwood fluffs
or dragon breath the Atlantides released
in apple garden exhalation mode
to glow as gold as the gibbous is thick
as satisfaction for the lunatic
wearied of the light emitting diode.
You see, lunatics know which light is best
and which hue most rewards the midnight eye
when mytho-scanning from east to west
all the aesthetics of a moonlit sky...
which Hesperus had long ago addressed
when she taught Luna...
#mythology
#pagan
104 reads
13 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 7:09am
25th Mar 2024 7:09am
Canonical Hours
So often sought in twilit skies
are the arcane secrets there
when that luminous flux applies
to the billow surge it must share
with lunar lumens at their peak
and stars and planets in the mix
to play a cloudy hide and seek
as if a writhing bag of tricks
ruled the moonrise roost of beams
in threshold vermicelli waves
overlapping cumulous streams
cascading through the freshest graves
to squirm in some composting meat
long past the matins on repeat
for martyrdom at every turn,
in undercroft...or welkin churn!
are the arcane secrets there
when that luminous flux applies
to the billow surge it must share
with lunar lumens at their peak
and stars and planets in the mix
to play a cloudy hide and seek
as if a writhing bag of tricks
ruled the moonrise roost of beams
in threshold vermicelli waves
overlapping cumulous streams
cascading through the freshest graves
to squirm in some composting meat
long past the matins on repeat
for martyrdom at every turn,
in undercroft...or welkin churn!
#moon
#clouds
#mythology
#LifeCycle
#pagan
105 reads
8 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 7:47pm
21st Mar 2024 7:47pm
Rhyme ?
I’m your queen
Not mean
Most of the time
Unless drinking vodka and lime
My Rhyme sucks
I don’t give 2 fucks
You're cute
And astute
Give me a prayer
I promise to pull your hair
It will be fun
I don’t carry a gun
I’m smart not dumb
Your beautiful hair … no gum
Not mean
Most of the time
Unless drinking vodka and lime
My Rhyme sucks
I don’t give 2 fucks
You're cute
And astute
Give me a prayer
I promise to pull your hair
It will be fun
I don’t carry a gun
I’m smart not dumb
Your beautiful hair … no gum
#WritingPoetry
#CharlesBukowski
#pagan
#StreamOfConsciousness
#EECummings
130 reads
33 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 6:43pm
8th Mar 2024 6:43pm
Suffer with Me
I made you
Or you made me
Whatever the cause
Addiction built in
Restlessness
Shared wreckage
Dam waiting to collapse
People rage
Chamber
Rubber
Latex
Masters and servants
Vampire in training
Secretions
I'm not done with you
We just started
Bloody liaisons
Messy relationships
Black hearts 🖤🖤
Twisted
Thrill kill
Or you made me
Whatever the cause
Addiction built in
Restlessness
Shared wreckage
Dam waiting to collapse
People rage
Chamber
Rubber
Latex
Masters and servants
Vampire in training
Secretions
I'm not done with you
We just started
Bloody liaisons
Messy relationships
Black hearts 🖤🖤
Twisted
Thrill kill
#lust
#dark
#vampires
#pagan
#ThrillSeeking
227 reads
58 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 5:33pm
4th Mar 2024 5:33pm
Pagan Coloures (by Musically Mr M and Monovox128)
#PopCulture
#pagan
#sensual #passion
#sensual #passion
86 reads
1 Comment
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