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Solitaire Archer Mar 2014
In the middle

by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker



I am in the middle
no fool nor sage
I am in the Middle
not maid nor crone
but in the middle

I am in the middle
the middle is not a bad place to be

knowledge enough to recognize the pitfalls
young enough to try again
wise enough to hold my tongue fool enough to question all
confident in kudos earned but ..curious enough to open the next door


Church bred before birth and convent led
unquestioning... obedient... and blind


but then there WERE questions it was that time of life
no longer church obedient to those found me sinful and inferior from birth

No longer blinded by myth and tradition


I started empty knowing only ... what I did not know

I studied many ways very odd to me
many embraced me some did not
I vowed never to be blind again
so my questions fell in a torrent and

I did not find a home


but then there was a storm...that felled the city ... hard

a conversation ... begun in boredom to talk the storm away

The stranger spoke softly and smiled often
and her tale was full of laughter grace and light
And she answered every question with no reserve at all
She spoke of history of equality of the divine
But there was no rhetoric no temples

but how ?

we spoke till the storm had passed and sun risen
But I was careful fearful for my freedom
I had just begun to question not willing to follow blindly again

so I began not with dogma but the science
the things that cannot change A+ B =C forever beyond time so began years study..and questioned everything
teachers... followers ... and read... everything


and then... there was another storm one life changing
there was a .. teacher near her end waiting for me


and we spoke 3 years this time... and I chose
we spoke of the divine and absurd..
through life and dreams to death

So Coven Schooled and Solitary practiced.. I am

I am now in the middle again

Middle of life .. middle of teaching ...middle of study

Not wise nor a fool not babe nor wizened crone


in the middle
my shadow falls now with equal weight
on cradle handle and tombstone grey


and I have chosen
..The Feminine Divine ... The Moon ... THE LADY

Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker @2012
Solitaire Archer Mar 2014
The Fire Witch, Poet and Fool
by Doyenne Arcannes Solace

Now is the season of ice and fire
Indigo skies and glass tipped trees
I am the fire witch Poet and fool
Come dance tonight with me

Gray shadow skies and cold rainy dawns
Changeable as time and unchanging as stone
I am the fire witch Poet and fool
Come sing my song with me

I dance the fire and step on the smoke
I whirl and spin and step on the beats
heart beats blood beat
I am the fire witch
Poet and fool

Now is my time
This is my Power
The Fire Witch croons the Call
No one here but She and me
The Lady
the
Poet
and
Fool

and She watches the fire witch dance
No Rite or Circle but love alone
I am the fire witch
Poet  
and
fool

Solita 2010
Solitaire Archer Mar 2014
Scream

I scream at the night that offers no sleep

I scream at my arms, hands
that wont allow me to brush my hair or carry my pets

I scream at the bed
the source of safety and rest as it becomes a cage

I scream at these pills and tonics and patches useless USELESS

I scream at friends and loved ones
because they tire of me and recede

and I scream and scream and scream with no sound at all

Solitaire 09/09/09
Solitaire Archer Mar 2014
Before you raise your hand to me

                                                         Ponder well what your end will be


The choice be yours at strike of bell


                                                          Carried by six ... or judged by twelve


Doyenne Arcanna
Solitaire Archer Mar 2014
Hearts to hold

In a cabin old on a cold dark night an elder sits by a candle light
on the tabletop a parchment lay and an old mind casts back ... to a long ago day


Two are seated side by side on a winters night near a bright fireside
speaking low through the night they bide



They spoke of things of large of small
spoke of things, of no import at all
one began withs querys soft and low
answer me my friend yes or no


If your heart doth break would you come to me?
If mine were in want .. could you let them be?
If thirst you felt would you drink from my well?
If gold was the need would your goods you'd sell?


From the fireside came this return
as the two in the night watched the firewood burn


Most beloved this I say to thee
listen well.. to my words take heed


If all I had was food for one
share I would with your daughter and son
And if I found myself without hope I know that you would share with me your cloak
I know if fire I had none...to your hearth I would willingly come


You and I know this is true as rain
through good or ill true friends we remain
What is mine is yours till the end of time
Heed what I say and with these words bind


Hearts first one now forever are two
love gladly accepted ... given not due

So on a winters night so dark and cold under candlelight sits a friend grown old
an elder now no hand to hold and the quill still shakes her tale all told


Now she smiles at last and is no longer cold
hurrying now a Sisters hand to hold and so ends my tale of friendship true
a story known by very few

a tale of a night so long long ago

of kith and kin ... and hearts to hold

Solace Arcanna 2012
Solitaire Archer Mar 2014
To walk the Path be both brave and true

From deepest night till daylight too

From fire's crack and water's tide

Naught will keep you from our side

With light within and light without

Keep from us far the stain of doubt

As above so it is below

Lady you've shown us this is so

Listen now to my Word take heed

AS I WILL IT SO MOTE IT BE
Solitaire Archer Mar 2014
Harken My Daughters
by Solitaire Archer


Harken My Daughters I bid listen to me
And as I say these Words So Mote it be

Teach her from now till time is forgot
Teach her broom and teach her ***
Teach now no reason to hide
Teach her scents and times and tides
Teach her hues and Teach her to bide

Teach her Moons and teach her flowers
Teach her herbs and to keepsafe Our bower
Teach her Air and Water and Fire
Teach her Oak and Teach her lyre
No buildings of Stone No meter high Towers
Let her Dance in the Snow and Dance in the Showers

Hark to me my Daughters dear Teach her so she has naught to fear

Show her Signs and cards and runes
Teach to her to call down the Moon
Teach her Sight and Teach her Bane
Teach her to invoke my Name
in my Place too- call down the Power
In our Circles or in our Bowers

As I have taught now you must too
Pass it forward your line ensue
Daughter to daughter your line in Light
for this moment forward as far as Sight
Witch follows Witch for eternitys Flight
Daughter to Daugther gives Power and Might

Harken My Daughters Listen me

Child go live it
So Mote It Be

These are my words, This is my way.
Doyenne Solita Arcanna ShadoeWalker @2012
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