"shadoewalker" poems
Samhain's Eve With Friends
The Lady's light is ripe and full and orange
so heavy the sky can scarce bear her up
as I tread slowly tap tap my staff clicks
my feet in their hurry crush sweet maple and acrid fir underfoot
and the early evening mist grasps at bare tree limbs like heart broken suiters
It's an early celabration Samhain Eve
No Matter
tis me alone and of course The Lady
Slowly I find my stone grove and rest a bit ... price of a Crone
No musicians tonight
Ah the tape will do well enough
No Sisters tonight
too far to come obligations trick or treat ...
No Matter
Circle swept and Caste,Quarters called
next all in turn music soft but building
insence sweet shrouds me
Fire my element crackles and spits with blessed heat
Time to steppe the Circle
This Dance I know so well
This Dance I have taught and danced and dreamt it always
Eyes Closed Cleansing Breathe
Bells on wrist and ankles chime
Now swaying stepping Luna's great course across the sky
once this way next reverse
slowly gently all recedes
there is nothing now but
me and She
She Morghanna Isis Gaia Mother Maiden Crone
My Lady
The flute is faint and hard to hear now
but the drum is strong heartbeat strong slow and deep
suddenly there are voices far yet whysper close
so soft full of laughter and secrets
..ghostly hands Sisters past, lost to me and spirits new entwine with mine and voices long forgotten soar
So Sweet
and my feet so clumsy and slow seem to fly and I hear the flute in the chime of Her laughter
She Has Come
Welcome My Lady
I hear nothing now but the drum and the rush of the wind through my hair
The Drum The Sisters The Fire
and My Lady
Suddenly my step slows no longer is it sure
aware of the stones beaneath and my hand blest but a moment ago now feels the loss of my Sisters grasp
but we are never far from one another
no matter the side of the veil
I tire and stop
the night has waned
the tape has stopped..when I cant recall
Never Mind
Close the quarters with thanks
Sever the Circle
Douse the smudge
and
Thank The Lady for a
Samhain's Eve , with friends
Solita Arcanes ShadoeWalker 31/10/10
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 2:50 PM UTC
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
The Question
It happened again..a throw away question really these days ...
What Path is yours?
At once the rote rose in my throat ....
Witch Wiccan Solitary Electic and I stopped .. dead
Its true I am all these things and more to be sure:
I chose ...
Wicca because I am tied to the beliefs the ebb and flow rebirth and renewal
Witch because the practice makes my heart fly and soul dance every scent , stone and candle
Solitary because even though I have found so many Sisters and Brothers on my way
I have no stomach or strength for politics.
Electic..ah well here my problem lay
I love the freedom choice does bring
ButI am also a teacher...
I love the A B C's and 1 2 3's I love to do an intricate ritual from begining to end and feel the soft touch of the past as each step taken I understand that this dance has been stepped before decades past
It brings me great joy and comfort to know the dance I dance and the Names I use have been on the sweet breath of those who have gone before me.
So Tradition has a part on my Path after all ....:)
So who am I
I am Air and Earth Fire and Water
I am Past and Future
I am Mother and Babe
I am New and I am Aged beyond all Time
Come Join me in the Dance of the Circle
Teach me your Ways and I will share mine
Together we will Honour our sweet Lady with our gifts and talents
and we will know Joy in the Journey
I am
Solita Shadoewalker
These are my Words and this is my Way
@Copywrite-2006
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 11:49 AM 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
The candle is lit and the house slumbers as
I turn the pages of this most personal tome it is not magik but memory
that urges the turning.
From the Oh so careful initial lines of a Very young woman beginning her search
with every I dotted and T crossed
every day logged and noted .To the busier
days of finding teachers and noting the questions that HAD to have answers.
With accolade's that came when at last I was asked to lead and the tears and uncertainty when the time had come to leave.
The wonder and renewal that comes with teaching and the pride as my students stand on their own and go forward.
Too the life moments when my attention was scattered a parents passing the ending of a marriage
Every drop of candle wax and oil stained sheet recalls vivid memories and tears and laughter.
My Book is not as pretty as I once thought it would be ,
But I met My Lady in its pages and for that I will every be grateful.
Solita Shadoewalker
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 4:08 PM UTC
The Power Enfolds
Its dark now and the silver light of Luna coats everything with a gilt edge
the air is cool , not yet summer warm and it softly bites my skin,
Still shy after all this time aware of the marks of time
not vanity really ... but the awareness of being a Crone now
Slowly/quickly the shush as silken robes fall to the ground with shy smiles
and giggles of proud young Sisters skyclad for the first time
Softly The Lady's Maiden calls us to the Circle
Brushed/Caste and Invited all the same as decades gone past
Hands clasped laughter replaced with solemn purpose
The drum beats to keep time the heartbeat, , , the Mothers heart
Candles shimmer drums throbs a warm breath .... She is here now ...with us
The Lady's Maiden smiles and our steps now fly
Smiles and hands now entwined ... The Power Enfolds
Voices now calling chants old and ancient beyond time
Luna's silver light enfolds, encloses and energizes
Now we dance on the drumbeats
Blue smoke sends our chants spinning high
Firelight flickers blue and orange higher now snapping crackling
Sheer white light the sheen covers the dancers
as though we were all gilded in The Lady's light
Tresses swinging braided , twisted , oiled and unbound crowns
Halos of colour and curls ... clouds of shimmering tresses
Our only cloaks floating now swinging in time
And the drum slows
and the fire dies
and at once all the dancers feel the cool night air
Soft voiced the Lady's Maiden gives our thanks and dismisses the corners
and the Circle is severed and time again begins
Quietly robes are once more worn and voices rise "Do you need a ride?"
And everyday life has resumes though the air is redolent with power
Sisters glowing with power called down, soft and gentle smiles
show that The Lady's soft touch...has blessed us all
The Maiden greets and blesses each Sister
a few quiet words and the soft touching of hands
fingers softly entwin and eyes dark with Power and Secrets
This has been a Ritual a Calling a Rejoicing Reaffirmation
And we are once more connected Sisters, Elders, Teacher, Mentors
Woman all .. Sisters all.. in The Lady's Light we are once more one
Solita Shadoewalker - 2007@Copywrite
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 3:11 PM UTC
Tonight I saw a Falling Star
So I made a wish to dream on
I wish you time to try and to fail and try again
I wish you an uncluttered mind and curious soul
I wish for you a steady friend to hold in your heart till time dost end
I wish for you a stunning sunrise at beginning of every day
I wish for you a place of comfort and solace when your in need
I wish also for trials and tests for in completing these you will
gain both strength and wisdom
I wish you laughter ... great big chortles... giggles and shy sweet smiles
I wish you empathy and its sturdy twin tolerance.
and at days end may you sleep deep, dream sweet and safe under Our Lady's silver light
All these things I have wished for you
none can you hold in your hand...
or cash at the bank or even exchange it for something more grand
Because this wish is my wish
wished on a falling star
I make this wish with all my heart
I make this wish with all my spirit
I make this wish for you
All the ones that touch my spirit
met and yet to be
I will never force nor bind anyone with this wish
it is a gift and as with any gift
..you must accept it or deny it
In my Lady's name ...
MAY IT HARM NONE
These are my WORDS
This is my WAY
Solita Shadoewalker -2007
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 3:01 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
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