Arcanna poems on Hello Poetry

Solitaire Archer Mar 2014

IN THIS SPACE AND AT THIS HOUR by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker

IN THIS SPACE AND AT THIS HOUR

by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker

In This Place And At This Hour

In this place and at this hour Sisters gather to Call the Power
Winds will rise and lightning crack
We pace the Circle fore and then step aft
Luna's path we steppe then Sol's retrack
Circle once and then return
My Lady we have much to learn
Winds will blow and Earth will flower
Fire will burn and Water shower
This rite complete come rising Sun
Lady here thy will shall be done
In this place and at this hour
Lady keeps this Sacred bower

These are my Words This is my Way
Blessed Be

Doyenne Solita Arcanna ShadoeWalker 2012

•❤• Wiccan Blessings Bright and True from this Old Witch straight on To YOU!!~•❤•~

Solitaire Archer Mar 2014

Harken My Daughters by Solitaire Archer

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

Solitaire Archer Mar 2014

In The Middle

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

... and hearts to hold

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

Violence

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 Apr 2015

Just another "Good Bye"

Just another "Good Bye"

by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker

I am not sure when it all changed from fumbling kisses to polite distance

When there had been fewer tears and more smiles

what if I had been a better hider, a better liar

perhaps you would have stayed ... perhaps

if there had been more joy and less pain

what if I had been a better actor and what if you had cared enough to notice at all

What changed hungry passion to duty and chore

Cold morning meetings with a chill that had nothing to do with temperature

Silent nights .. volumes left unsaid ...silent screams echo ... endlessly

perhaps I should have left ... perhaps

Wasted words and days and nights

such precious time spent in living an unlivable life

how did that which once felt as warm as a hearth fire end up like we were drowning in a tub of grey melting snow

How did "I Love You", turn into "Goodbye"

Solitaire Archer Feb 2015

LET ME DO IT !!

LET ME DO IT !
February 22, 2015 at 9:39pm

LET ME DO IT !!

It is almost the first sentence we speak

I can DO it ! Let Me Do IT!

and it continues all of our lives

let me dress myself !! I can feed MYSELF! Let Me Do IT!!

I can walk by myself Let me go to school BY MY SELF LET ME DO IT!

Choose a school, choose a job, choose a mate LET ME DO IT!!

Can I make you some tea? Can I pick you something up at the store?

Can I brush your hair can I help you with that ...

even as we age and perhaps not quite so many chances to help are seen

but we live in a community ...a social group

If I offer some small kindness... LET ME DO IT!

Let me continue to take part

and as the light fades and the room cools and it is time for me to go...one last time

LET ME DO IT !!

Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker

Solitaire Archer Jun 2014

It was a lie

it was a lie

I thought I was done crying

finished with those endless cold and empty nights

I was ready to begin again  to take another chance

it was a  lie

the nights are cold and the sun is cruel

and I will never again trust my heart     the master betrayer

there is no beginning again    only carefully hoarded pain

it was a  lie

I will never take another chance       ask me better to take a dagger and gut myself

it was a lie

I was never finished crying

the soft weeping in the shower or the body shaking sobs that send me crashing to my knees

It was all a lie ...   I have learned to lie ... very well… without you

Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker

Solitaire Archer Jun 2014

The Night

The Night

by Doyenne Solace Arcanna ShadoeWalker

The night is full upon me now and the silver light of my Lady keeps watch

here now at this time when the birds sleep and the city seems frozen I can write or read or pray

But I cannot sleep So I write

not extraordinary things nothing to publish or to write home about

small night thoughts thoughts that go careening around my mind stopping the heavy curtain that is sleep

What shall I write?
No words tumble gracefully from my pen
Shall I read with my mind pin balling from one
thought to another
no reading tonight.

the soft scent of incense is calming and the music leads me to a place of study and I read magic mystery stories of ages past
and soon the night is forgotten
then light now greying into a cold march dawn the city shakes off her deep sleep

and flex's her sleep numbed shoulders to begin the work of the day

and now the birds are vibrant in their salute to the morning with joyous chorus

the night has past and I am lost in another tome of theory and magic suddenly no longer weary ..

as the first eastern rays brighten the skies and begin to melt the night ice

into morning moisture scattered across the sidewalks leaving sloppy ankle deep puddles

Now there will be peace
Now there will be silence
Now there will be sleep
Now I will be safe in My Lady's care.

Once more She has brought me safely through a cold winter night and as I light the day's candle I thank Her

Solita @ 2007

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