"arcanna" poems
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
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
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!!~•❤•~
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
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
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
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"
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
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
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
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
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
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
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
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
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
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
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC