Monday, 18 October 2021

Murray's Poetry 6-10

6. wicca 

    i have herbs in the country
    i have herbs in my hair
    i have herbs in the city
    i have herbs everywhere

    i have herbs in my kitchen
    i have herbs in my pans
    i have herbs in my pocket
    i have herbs in my hands

    i have herbs in my window
    drying in the sun
    i have herbs in my drawer
    prepared for everyone

    i have herbs for the birdies
    i have herbs for the cat
    i have herbs for the  fish pond
    all things like that

    i have herbs cause they're healthy
    i have herbs cause they're fun
    i have herbs cause they help me
    they help every wicca one


7. wicca

    tea is a wicca woman
    of a fine drink
    she comes in many flavours
    and hot, warm or cold
    her cup is many shapes also
    and is lovely to hold

    she is set upon the table
    for the enjoyment of a good wicca man
    and silver and gold cutlery are her adornment
    she both fills her man's stomach before a meal
    and washes it down after
    in her wicca man's hands she is always found

    the cupboard seldom keeps her
    she is always in demand
    wicca men never go without her

    wicca men know the value
    of tea of a wicca woman
    of a fine drink


8. Wicca

    an old marriage tradition in Europe is to sprinkle The Herb Rosemary                   

    onto the wedding bed of the just married


    "to hear you Miss Nightingale
    sing The Song Of Rosemary"

    born in the north land
    in a wiccan cabin
    born light blond
    dusted in sun light
    eyes the hue of blue twilight
    set in silver moon glow
    she's young as the summer dawn
    she's strong as the rising sun

    wicca is as wise as the winter
    wicca is fresh as the spring
    wicca is growing like summer
    wicca is full as the fall

    one day i  saw her
    in a warm pale
    rich as the cream
    fresh as the kale
    growing near the apple tree

    wicca is as wise as the winter
    wicca is fresh as the spring
    wicca is growing like summer
    wicca is full as the fall

    i went down to see wicca
    in the door of her tent i found her
    standing by mirror lake
    she waited with her herb cake
    green hills were in her reflection
    she asked me "do you want more"
    i said "to hear you, Miss Nightingale
    sing The Song Of Rosemary"

wicca is as wise as the winter
wicca is as fresh as the spring
wicca is growing like summer
wicca is full as the fall

9. familiar spirits

    familiar spirits are also called elemental spirits
                               also called the little people
                               also called nature spirits
                               also called guardian angels

    every Spring
    after the snow runs away
    and the bull rushes are up
    and there is the voice of the Jay
    when The Horned God goes away to lay
    the memory of Hillary the Air dale
    and Thomas the tom cat
    come out to play
    with the Indian Spirits
    and The Nature Spirits of the forest

    all summer long
    you can hear their song
    enlivening the marshes
    and the lakes with laughter
    in the human heart the memory
    of Hillary the Air dale
    and Thomas the tom cat
    playing with this and with that
    with the Indian Spirits
    and The Nature Spirits of the forest

    when fall comes
    with its smells in the air
    and the animals hair is thickened
    the memory of Hillary The Airdale
    and Thomas the tom cat
    know what is best
    and lay down to rest with The Green Goddess
    until the sun of the next Spring
    warms the memory with Hillary The Air dale
    and Thomas the tom cat
    that runs the human hearts away like the snow
    as they play with the Indian Spirits
    and with The Nature Spirits of the forest


10. white witchcraft

      friendly is my white witch spirit guide
      friendly is a friend to me
      he is a white lion inside
      you do not always see him here
      you do not always feel his presence
      but he is here
      and so is his presence

      in the depth of my yearning
      from the deep within
      i found my big white lion
      and about him a tale to spin

      friendly has big whiskers
      to tell tale each dark room
      that i follow him through

      there is no elephant
      to catch him us there
      we always see his tusks in the night
      and kill him

      friendlies eyes are lights a-shining
      they are great white light lamps in the night
      no-thing lives who meets him us there
      for his claws go through the night

      friendly is my white witch spirit guide
      friendly is a friend to me
      he is a white lion inside
      you do not always see him here
      you do not always feel his presence
      but he is here
      and so is his presence

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