Day 13 NaPoWriMo2019-Hedgewitch

I could relish NaPoWriMo’s Day 13 poetry prompt. It’s all things witchy and magical.” Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive. ” Now I don’t really do spooky, but I do do WooWoo. I do live in the liminal space where magic can and does happen now and then.

My eye also fell upon a random note. My nickname and nom de plume (Bee) is derived from the Old English for been, or bean, meaning “a prayer, a favour.” It then became associated with working parties like sewing or quilting bees. And, by way of synchronicity the other day I arrived in the classroom just as the kids were closing their Irish books. I flaunted my minute Irish vocabulary, mentioning that I was nearly late because my husband was doing meitheal with his mate. Meitheal is the Irish for a working party, neighbours helping each other get work done (“many hands makes light work”), especially at harvest or hay making time. Even the teacher hadn’t heard this one. And I did spell it right! (I checked when I got home. Preen moment.)

As to the featured photo of the white calf…well, it is standing before a fairy fort. And any pure white animal with a single red part is in with the fairies.

Hedgewitch

This is what the black bird said:
You can slip between worlds
through this gap in the hedge.
Each tree's knot, knarl and burl
makes you wise to ways
nigh forgotten, all but for
those of us who fly or crawl.
But The Good People like to make allies
with some of the Other Crowd
who've no knack for stomp and stalk.
They like silence, but can sing loud.
Because you need to know how
to dream a world into being.

It's like this,the blackbird continued, saying:
Magic is made of many parts-
prayer, song, a pure intention
backed by your flora and fauna friends,
done by the movements of the moon.
It's the knowing when to sow,
the time to reap, the way to keen.
Magic is in neighbourly exchange
of hedgerow jelly in autumn time and
the collecting of sloes to flavour Yule wine.
It's shooing lost sheep back to their fold
and helping mend fencing strong enough to hold
any gleeful lamb who leaps too high too soon
like the calf that jumped over the moon.

And then there is this:
A hedgewitch keeps herself well
only so long until someone else can spell
her and assume her magical work
between the blackthorn and the hazel trees,
to ken the mending of what has been rent
between the folks that stamp and stalk
and have lost all good sense,
those who simply cannot see
what lives in the woods, what lives in the trees.
Or The Good People, living beyond yon hedge,
in the gap where there is a magical screen.
They who work all the magic
yet are never not seen.


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Casting Intentions

I woke up late, after a rare unbroken night’s sleep, slightly anxious about the blank page. For the past twelve days I have had a theme to be my companion when I face the page. Today…I was on my own. And I had to remember my routines before the twelve days of Midwintertide. So I decided to do a bit of email housekeeping. There was a new comment for yesterday’s poem, which implied it had rain spell qualities, or at least it appealed to my reader’s California drought mentality. Then I scanned my 2019 horoscope by Chani Noble and this quote jumped out at me. Words are spells, cast them wisely.

Three must be the charm for the Poetry Daily.

Casting

Form and function in perfect fit
for bone knit

Form the story's happy ending
scaffolding

Dismantle the iron pilings
to let go

(Iron is the go to recipe
for leaving...

sometimes it is for attracting
with filings)

Form your words carefully, intent
paramount

Find your wit and your wisdom
let it be

in form forged for your function
spell's casting

Copyright © 2019 Bee Smith. All rights reserved.

The featured image is a meme doing the rounds on Facebook, provenance unknown. If anyone knows, please let me know. Love it!

In the weeks prior to St. Brigid’s Day, or Imbolc, allow me to direct you to my collection of poems Brigid’s Way, inspired by this goddess/matron saint. It is available in Kindle on Amazon.

Thoughts and Prayers

I respect thoughtfulness. I respect prayer and I practice it often. But I admire most a phrase that I think I encountered in some Quaker literature – Love in Action.  Which simply restates the adage ‘Walk Your Talk’- but with the addendum of walk in love. In a week where there have been a lot of thoughts flying around the interwebs, and most surely a lot of prayer, I have crafted a spell. And since auld Samuel Beckett said “all poems are prayers” this is my weekly poem. Which is also a heartfelt spell working. There have been too many Parklands, Pulses, Sandy Hooks. And may the little children lead us. They certainly are demonstrating a raw fearlessness in the face of tragedy. May they be surrounded with Love as they take action.
Thoughts and Prayers

Enough of thoughts

Enough of prayers

Enough of tears

 

Banish the fear
May Love disarm you

 

Enough of being bought

Enough of anger

Enough conspiracy jeers

Banish the fear
May Love disarm you

 

Enough of siege and SWAT

Enough of all coming to naught

Enough of the primacy of crackpot

Enough of the always all too sure shot

 

Banish the fear
May Love disarm you

 

Enough of cowering in closets

Enough of bandoliered bigots

Enough of ideology driven budgets

Enough of guts and gore as year-round climate

 

Banish your fear
May Love disarm you

Copyright 2018 Bee Smith

Featured image is a painting of Samuel Beckett by Barry Hodgson, owned by the author.