Category Archives: Water-Folk
Merrow
space Sea-maid with your red-feathered cap, standing off the wildest western shores no one will ever name: Sing to me the daze of that collapsing wave which beds my smile in yours: What draws you to this beach only my … Continue reading
Finn-gering
space When the fian are on the brink of the Suir, Culdub comes out of a sid or “elf-mound,” and steals their food three times in succession as it is being cooked. On the third occasion Finn ua Baiscne gives … Continue reading
Filed under Alchemies, Art and Heart, Blue, Consciousness, Creativity, eye candy for thoth, Grails, Immrama, Madness and Mania, Memoir, Oran, Otherworlds, Poetry, Post-Christianity, Rhetoric, Sexuality, Water-Folk
Water Master
space For some reason which is not quite clear the wise man in Irish tradition tends to be begotten by the God in the sea. – James Carney, Studies in Irish Literature and History A Dee n a nusqui nexamail … Continue reading
Filed under Art and Heart, Blue, Creativity, Devotions, Immrama, Oran, Otherworlds, Poetry, Post-Christianity, Prayer, Sexuality, Shamanism, Spirituality, The Sea, Water-Folk
Poets Anonymous
space What are all those fish that lie gasping on the strand? – Yeats Welcome friend, have some coffee to dispell the chill and rest that tired tailfin a while in this white plastic chair. … Continue reading
Filed under Addiction, Aging, Art and Heart, Blue, Creativity, Culture, Grails, Immrama, Literature, Madness and Mania, Oran, poetics, Poetry, The Sea, Voyagers, Water-Folk, Writing
Creature Feature
space I’ve soldiered nature through a thousand drive-ins in this fakey fish-man’s suit, patrolling the mind’s lagoon of greeny silt-warm water for every threat of man though spawn of him I am, the awful frog prince with claws longer than … Continue reading
Filed under Floridiana, Love, Madness and Mania, Natural Supernatural, Nature, Otherworlds, Poetry, Water-Folk
Mare o’ The Mere
“Blondie “ by Margaret Bednar (aka Art Happens 365) space You killed off all my horses and then gave me back just one, a huge white mare from the hill of ancient Uffington. Standing at the gate of your mansion … Continue reading
Filed under Archetypal Mythology, Art and Heart, Arthurian Romance, Celtic myth, Consciousness, Creativity, Devotions, Feral animals of the soul, Forest Shenanagans, Grails, Immrama, Love, Mind, Mystery, Myth and Archetype, Natural Supernatural, Oran, Otherworlds, Poetry, Quantum World, Sexuality, Shamanism, Spirituality, The Dark, the library down under, The Sea, Water-Folk
Fly
pspace Among all things that fly the mind is fastest. – Rig Veda Those who know have wings. – Pancavimsa Bahamana There’s an osprey nested in the aerie of my thought, his eyes trained patiently on blue waters where all … Continue reading
Tidesman
space My longing for you is the long-lost man inside this writing hand who walks forever on that beach you and I once and only walked together down, his voice inside my ear praying to and cursing every softly crashing … Continue reading
Filed under Archetypal Mythology, Art and Heart, Arthurian Romance, Devotions, Floridiana, Grief, Life, Love, Oran, poetics, Poetry, Post-Christianity, Prayer, Sexuality, Shamanism, Spirituality, The Sea, Water-Folk
Orca
space Ends are my dapple— white as polar ice, black as the squid’s inky plume. Only my teeth know true color, white horns guled with sea gore. Honestly, I don’t know how I manage with you these days, creaking like … Continue reading
Puddlefoot
space Hear me and you’re witched; sort and I’ll derange; scatter and I’m found. But name me and I’m gone, into wilds you’ll never recognize as such. Nothing’s changed down all these years, though my folk have dried to vellum: … Continue reading
Filed under Celtic myth, Forest Shenanagans, Natural Supernatural, Nature, Noir, Otherworlds, The Dark, Water-Folk
