A walk into Faerie

Two poems from the Otherworld.

Last Saturday I had the pleasure to participate on an online gathering, organised by joy on earth. It was a virtual campfire with many activities offered by the community, and I also participated by offering readings with the Faerie oracle cards by Brian Froud, Which helped with connecting my mind to the archetypes and liminal presence of Faerie. But the poetry workshop by Tom Shaw was particularly touching for a number of reasons.

I must admit that the idea of the main prompt (facing your own mountain and finding your base camp as a safe space) was somewhat already in my mind. Mountain symbolism is very present in faerie lore and the way I live my spiritual practice, and as I said in one previous post, my creative work is directly related to any spiritual experiences, visions and ideas that I might have.

So, without over explaining everything, here are the two poems presented at the workshop:

Down the tree house

Sitting by my tree house, 
the grass was on my legs.
Cold and moist, 
I looked for the Sun. 
Far away it was, aligned 
with the mountain top
at the end of stone road. 
There was a calling,
a pulse, beating
one with my heart. 
To the heart of the mountain,
Where Her throne 
Sustained the pillars
To feed the Earth, the animals. 
A throne to all life embrace, 
and invite back to its court
All who came from Her.

A photo shoot from a previous collection that I found to be fitting for the next poem :)

The Faerie Queen

Blessed Mother
of land, sea and sky, 
Your mysterious face
veiled by the night. 
Seated on your throne
Under the mountain.
I kiss your dreadful hands,
pale as the moonlight,
when your Shinning children
of flowers,
come to dance 
with the daughters of men. 
And from them, 
their offspring:
Your Special and Hidden children,
those of faerie blood, 
weaving magic from below and above. 

Thank you for reading.

- Love is One, and One is All.