"lupercalia" poems
Hail Lupercal!
O hail the Wolf,
In all Her many guise!
The Tearing One,
Who fills the dark,
The Mother of everything!
Hail Lupercal!
O hail the Wolf,
Hail the Wild One!
Hail Her Get,
Hail Her Twins,
The Dancers of the Dark!
Hail Lupercal!
O hail the Wolf,
Hail the Hooded Three!
Hail fair Spinner,
Hail sly Weaver,
Hail the dreaded Cutter now!
Hail Lupercal!
O hail the Wolf,
And hail the Keeper Four,
White Fame and Red,
Green Flame and Blue,
Hail the mighty blowing Winds!
Hail Lupercal!
Oh hail the Wolf,
Hail the Goat and Wolf in one!
Lupercalia,
The feast each year,
An offering to God Herself!
~Hail Lupercal! a poem of Lupercalia by Bethany "Lorekeeper" Davis, February 18, 2017
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC
As I dwell in the burrow rotting, dying, and suffering but deep within, there’s a rope reaching the hollow.
Reach forth into pain and agony—perhaps you are the remedy.
I’d be in 16th century forgetting thee like we are etched in latin poetry.
I would perform sorcery just to have a glimpse of you and me
Neither spells nor poetry are enough to prove but rather Salem’s trial will be your testimony: you've bewitched me.
None may hear thy hymn, yet it echoes deep within.
Chant of the weak, unheard and grim Hear thy alluring rhythm — accept one’s altruism.
Millions of lifetimes, I’d rather be back in a period of millennia—clandestine affairs under the moonlight of Lupercalia.
If all be thy Judas, I shall be thy Saint Longinus.
Divine will, pure and ill—chant thy prayer, and hear my will.
Every church you desecrate, I hinder none, and wander forth to witness me hanged and desolate.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 4:57 AM UTC
How many?
How many holidays are to be taken away?
Valentines day was once Lupercalia
A day to celebrate fertility in honor
Of the Roman Gods
Now it's looked down on
Called a consumer's holiday; A day of romance
Either loved or hated; stolen nonetheless
When I am asked how I feel about Valentine's day
I look at Christmas; Yule and Saturnalia
Easter; Ostara
And who knows how many others
If you are going to steal a holiday,
At least don't make it on the same day
It makes me think
Why am I forced to hide
On these oppressive days?
My religion has been demonized
Stolen from and misrepresented for so many years
Suffered in witch trials, burned and drowned
If we have done so much wrong
Then why are you stealing our sacred days?
Giving them new names, copying the rest
Our symbols, our holidays, our spells
All stolen
The cross, Valentine's day, a prayer
When I think about Valentine's day
I think about how much has been taken from me
And how much it hurts to hide
In the shadows of a vilified faith
'Do what you will so long
As you harm no other'
Our kindness has been trampled on
By the 'generous' faiths
With their arms outstretched
To ruin and take
Rather than forgive and accept
Forced into the shadows
To practice my religion
Wearing my symbols
Like chains of shame
Looking at my holidays
In envy and with heavy heart
Happy Valentine's.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
"Lupercalia"..The ancient festival
Where the Romans paid tribute to love
With songs and drink, they chased the night
Seeking fortune From above
had I been there, I wouldn't have went
Why choose a petal over the bouquet?
They asked their gods for too little
Lupercalia is every day
I wonder how many of them knew
Perhaps Much to their chagrin
That What they dedperately sought from above
Slept quietly within
Love's the thing that sets us free
From the dark despair of torment
I refuse to celebrate that once a year
So I'll honor it every moment
If true love blossoms sweetly
And blooms For you and your lover
You have found something rare indeed
That some might never discover
No, it doesn't matter what day it is
It's my truth that I must beckon
For what has happened inside this battered heart
I'll celebrate that every second
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC