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An Amadaun-na-BrionaThe fatal fool, his mind a voidIn dark depression, dances.His touch is death, the final kissOf peculiar romances.The fatal fool, amusement coldLies deep within his heart.With pathos deep, his love is soldTo the purchasers of art.Blind fools! Quoth he, do you not seeTrue love cannot be boughtAs you bind the Mother with rivers of stoneThat you really must be fought?
RipplesStarlight dancesFrom the windblown ripplesOf his coffee.As he waits,With sardonic smileThat mocks his memories.In amber depthsA means of abstractionSuggests itself.He considers,Then laughs, and rejectsThe conventions of conformity.His philosophy,The forms his life will take,Is now formed.Love the Mother,An' it hurt no-one,Do what thou wilt.
SunriseTwisted fingersReach to the sky,As the Earth-consortWakens,Bathes his loverWith light an warmth.Crystal enfolds HerAnd brings green lifeTo the sleeper.As clouds,Finger-marks of the beloved,Caress Her body.
Laughter In The WoodsCrowned with leaves of oakThe Green KingStands in humility and loveFor his bride,The Mother of all.Skeletal and outstrechedDigits embrace the skyAs He stands, a gauntSentinel over the dormantBody of the Mother.The Green Man, His hornsPierced with mistletoeIn racked vigil stands.He lays His hair over HerAnd dreams of spring.Clad in green,The Mother slowly wakes.She smiles, and thanksThe Horned One for theLaughter in the woods.
Ritual?A repeat of the ritual.Another pint drained,A roll-up relit.Many times have I done this.Hopeful glances, at the doorEach time it opens.But then, I shake my headIn quiet, sardonic mirth.Around me, laughter of lovers.In solitudeWith the corpse of anticipationI wait.
KenningI am found in the bite of the winter.In the blizzard and the frost.I claw at the doorAnd gnaw on the bones.I am found in the face of the sun.In the rain and the breeze.I nurture my brideWith warmth and water.I am found in the night;A refuge from labour,In the gentle embraceWhere lovers join.I am found in all these.In the laughter of a streamand the wildness of the moors.Find Me.