I know forever is the memory of your touch by pd lyons

 

I know forever is the memory of your touch

 

Angels with broken wings

I taste the sin they bring

I want to cling to them

But something always haunts me

.

Lust that is true,

Dreams that have gone astray

Down every road you know there’s really nothing much to choose

       

The siren’s sweet lament

Their spell is my intent

But there’s something in my head denying my attempt

A kind of howling sound says I am pledged to you

       .

I cross the thousand years

 Part the veil of tears

Despite the demon fears

I’m reaching out for you

 

And breaking through at last

The circle finally cast

 Kneeling down I bow my head to you

 

 sword at your feet

 crown on your lap

my heart into you hands

I am the Lady’s man

 

from: Searches For Magic, Lapwing Publications, Belfast – by PD Lyons

The Good Daughter

Do not fear the world.

It will never yell as loud as your father.

It will never be as oblivious as your mother.

If you must, forgive your parents;

Not for their denying you, but

For their faithlessness which caused their

Willing sacrifice

To that god of scarcity.

Do not fear the world,

For despite all the hungry gods invented,

There has always been The Goddess.

from Searches For Magic, Belfast Lapwing,2001

ISBN 1 89472 59 9

Sometimes in this Writing Process from scraps to ruff to finish~ How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella as read by the poet

so the way this went was up in bed this morning after second coffee. only paper sticky notes (pink) sitting quiet spacey then this came first the tongues then other bits. Now I’ll transcribe into first ruff draft. this time using keyboard. sometimes a yellow pad is the first transcription. Sometimes there is only one sometimes there are many edits, the number depends on my things but mostly on my self. some photos of the original notes as you may see it is part of the illegible scribble that is an integral part of the process .

So the first bit =

And she said look

And I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along the green hills a silver streak above the valley

a river mirroring catching sapphires between the roiling cumulus clouds….

SO Right away i notice too many the’s breaking up the image. Also I need to look up cumulus to make sure hos are the clouds I want… lets try it this way ~

she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between cumulus clouds 

Or Wait Maybe This ?

she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between the cumulus…

So as you can tell or if not let me tell you it is a longish process sometimes. Anyway here’s the rest a first ruff ~

How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella 

she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between the cumulus 

she said sing

so i offered 

breathless wordless a what else can i do but be true refrain

harmonic of all i’d seen and all i’d ever see

she said dance

so we embraced a dance named for spiders

mingling sweat lead our lips to meet

undisciplined tongues ballerinas  inside our mouths

she said hush

so i  took breath 

together we sunk dampness upon a warm green earth

she said know

and I was certain.

and so as of 30 july 2021 this is where its at ~

How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella 

she said look

so I saw the play of sunlight slip

  green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires between the cumulus 

 

she said sing

so i offered 

breathless wordless a true refrain

harmonic of all I’d seen

 all I’d ever see

 

she said dance

so, we embraced a dance named for spiders

 lead our lips to meet

our mouths undisciplined

tongues ballerinas

 

she said hush

so together we sank damp

upon a warm green earth

 

she said know

and I was certain.

Sometimes in this Writing Process #1 from scraps to ruff ~ How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella

so the way this went was up in bed this morning after second coffee. only paper sticky notes (pink) sitting quiet spacey then this came first the tongues then other bits. Now I’ll transcribe into first ruff draft. this time using keyboard. sometimes a yellow pad is the first transcription. Sometimes there is only one sometimes there are many edits, the number depends on my things but mostly on my self. some photos of the original notes as you may see it is part of the illegible scribble that is an integral part of the process .

So the first bit =

And she said look

And I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along the green hills a silver streak above the valley

a river mirroring catching sapphires between the roiling cumulus clouds….

SO Right away i notice too many the’s breaking up the image. Also I need to look up cumulus to make sure hos are the clouds I want… lets try it this way ~

she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between cumulus clouds 

Or Wait Maybe This ?

she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between the cumulus…

So as you can tell or if not let me tell you it is a longish process sometimes. Anyway here’s the rest a first ruff ~

 

How the Goddess of Wisdom Taught Me the Tarantella 

she said look so I did seeing the play of sunlight slip

 along green hills a silver streak along the valley

a river mirroring, catching sapphires from between the cumulus 

she said sing

so i offered 

breathless wordless a what else can i do but be true refrain

harmonic of all i’d seen and all i’d ever see

she said dance

so we embraced a dance named for spiders

mingling sweat lead our lips to meet

undisciplined tongues ballerinas  inside our mouths

she said hush

so i  took breath 

together we sunk dampness upon a warm green earth

she said know

and I was certain.

once upon a time when we were young…..

Dark Moon May 19, 2004. Cape Breton. In Gemini

crone, the woman past menopause, old age, deep secrets, wisdom, divination, prophecy,

death and resurrection, endings (therefore new beginnings*)

Element: water

Colour: black

Goddesses: Hecate, Anna. 1

Moon in Gemini – I adapt – mutable air sign. 2

Colour: orange

spells. To finish the old and move on to the new, to juggles the many projects (multi task*),

finding new car or job, mental arts including meditation, divination etc. Magick for learning to

understand and deal with siblings. 3

crystal or scrying bowl placed in the centre of the circle – “This is the ending before the

beginning, the death before new life. Now on the ebb tide the secrets of the shore line are

uncovered by the retreating waves. The moon is hidden, but the faintest of stars are revealed

and those who have eyes to see may read the fates and know the mysteries. The Goddess,

whose name cannot be spoken, naked enters the Kingdom of Death. In the most vast silence

and stillness, all is possible. We meet in the time of the Crone, to touch the deep power of the

dark.”  1

This phase of the Moon Mother’s face means totally having the potential to be whole, to voyage

forth in the dark void with your light-body. You spare yourself nothing, for all sacrifices are

realized to be ‘making sacred’… During the Dark Moon you can see into the future and

actualize it through the harmonic vibrations of your cells. This takes deep trust and also getting

in touch with your larger purpose from before you were born – why you incarnated?

 

We are crossing the sea of the dark night

in the boats of our bodies, these vehicles of light.

Help me to release all that is not love                                      ( Banishing Pentacle @ each 

Help me to release all that is not light                                         ‘Help- Me’ line)*

Help me to release all that is not truth

Help me to release all that is not prosperity

Help me to release all that is not compassion

Help me to release all that is not proper action

Help me to release all that is not courage

Help me to release all that is not…(improvise)

I am happy even in a black hole for I am a light unto myself. 4  

††††††††

送眀

††††††††ഀƐwഏ

 

Cast circle outside do Shelly’s elven spell outside..( use above re scrying/meditation inside.)

Inside Altar: Chessboard, midnight blue cloth, black obsidian egg south, hematite egg east,

pyrite egg west, scallop shell with Irish Cavan soil in it – north. Gargoyle stone candle holder,

green candle, centre bowl of salt water for scrying, quartz crystals and eggs around it, goddess figure ( Willendorf figure terracotta) crone, and sword lies between scallop shell & crystal eggs.

Do Shelly’s fairy prosperity charm inside. meditate. speak out loud Starhawk quote and This

Mother’s face. Speak Help me lines, as above plus improvising. Shelly casting banishing

pentacle with her dagger at the end of each line.

Open circle outside. Prior to opening invoke protection (psychic & physical – shooting star in

the south as if in answer) Crisp cold clear night.

When everything else is gone, true happiness remains.pdl

Sources

* improvised/ stuff of our own

1. Spiral Dance. Starhawk. 1979 edition. Harper Row. SF
2. Goddess Spirituality. Ffiona Morgan. 1991ed. Daughters Of The Moon Publishing. CA.
3. Solitary Witch. Silver Raven Wolf. 2003. Llewellyn Publications. St. Paul
4. Faces Of The Moon Mother. Rowena Pattee Kryder. 1991. Golden Point Productions. Mount

Shasta, CA.

:5. Witches’ Date Book. 2004. Llewellyn Worlwide. St.Paul.

6.The Old Farmer’s Almanac, Canadian Edition. Robert B. Thomas. 2004. Yankee Publishing

Inc. Dublin, NH.

7 Wicca Craft, Gerina Dunwich. 1991. Citadel Pres. NY

8 Wicca. Viviane Crowley. 1989. Aquarian Press/Harper-Collins. London.

9. Masks Of Misrule. Nigel Jackson. 1996. Capall Bann Publishing. Berks UK.

 

All is sacred.

The goddess is always present

 

scorpion night 1

How Do We Have A Good Life?

preparing for death is all we really can do.
so doing that well,
is enough

 

your goddess of never-age, by pd lyons

you who define yourself by age

land mark birthdays

biological clock

age your mother was when she died

birth of your first child

first menstruation
and or the last

anniversaries

births

deaths

lovers

jobs
too late

 

your  goddess of never- age
pure myth

 

 

outlaw days, by pd lyons

Outlaw Days

Rode through forests so dark
Could only let the horse pick the way.

Called down the moon,
Draped in silver arms,
Goddess whispering across every inch of skin my name:

“Remember what you know.
Remember you are power.
Know that I have missed you.”

ah the days of outlaw goddesses and roses

the only silver needed was the moon

the only answer

yes

a thousand molly bloom type yeses

what else could I say to the one who truly knew my name?

probably written in the early 90’s

We Were Taught A Different Thing, by pd lyons

riverside waterbury ct

We were taught a different thing
That we were born of the earth
Not exiled to dominion it

Ghosts gods and goddesses
Whispered wisdom into our dreams

Even the one god occasionally broke solitude
Visiting psychedelic splendour

When I walked along the shore
Ocean sang across universal themes for me
Now, even among the breakers ominous silence

Children no longer believe in fairies
Unimpressed with Arthur Alice Robin
Unconcerned even with binary myths
Rather strive and study for employment
Programs test scores and statistics
Lulled electronic sheep

I know forever is the memory of your touch, by pd lyons

Angels with broken wings

I taste the sin they bring

I want to cling to them

But something always haunts me

.

Lust that is true,

Dreams that have gone astray

Down every road you know there’s really nothing much to choose

The siren’s sweet lament

Their spell is my intent

But there’s something in my head denying my attempt

A kind of howling sound says I am pledged to you

.

I cross the thousand years

Part the veil of tears

Despite the demon fears

I’m reaching out for you

And breaking through at last

The circle finally cast

Kneeling down I bow my head to you

My sword at your feet

My crown on your lap

My heart into you hands

I am my Lady’s man

…

from  Still Wishing To Be Ravens – 2009

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