Home

Home

With its wonky floors and swollen doors

And lights that have no switches,

This is my home

The perfect place

For the gathering of witches

No mobile signal to be found

Damp patches appearing all around

This is my home

The perfect place

For this old and tiny little crone

The garden’s small but big enough

For plants and herbs and witchy stuff

This is my home

My perfect place

Where my goddess keeps me safe

The ridge tiles need setting in mortar

The kitchen roof it lets in water

This is my home

 My happy ever after

Where pain and heartache will be replaced

With love and light and laughter

My home it isn’t perfect

It’s lived in everyday

But if I'm being honest

I wouldn’t want it another way

It’s small and sometimes messy

Not everything knows its place

But if you’re not that fussy

You’ll find a warm embrace

The door is always open

To friends from far and near

If you’re loud or softly spoken

You’ll find a welcome here.

With its wonky floors and swollen doors

And lights that have no switches,

This is my home

 My happy ever after

Where pain and heartache will be replaced

With love and light and laughter

LHW December 2014

Imbolc 2015

Imbolc   2015

The final snows of winter 
fall softly on the mountain
the earth still deep in slumber 
begins to stir once more
Brigid walks, wand in hand 
breathes life upon the earth 
the light returns, first flowers bloom
and winters grip receeds

This is Narcolepsy.....

Been a while since i added anything to my little blog so i think its about time i started again....

For my sister………

This is Narcolepsy

You’ll probably never read this

But I’ll write it anyway

I need you to understand

The struggle I face each day.

Lets start in the morning

With the medication I must take

To simple help me function

I rattle and I shake

And then of course there’s getting dressed

Some day’s this is a chore

To physically to put on my clothes

Can take an hour or more

My body hurts

My joints they ache

I need a nap

More pills to take

Then after lunch, if I remember

To eat of course, another sleep

This is my life –pills and naps

It makes me wants to weep

And yet when night descends

And the rest of the world it snore

With drooping eyes once again

I watch the clock and stare at shadows on the wall

I am so tired

I do not sleep

And yet I still must function

Like a zombie on two feet

My condition is invisible

THIS is narcolepsy

I am still here- shadow of myself

I’m not just being lazy.

And then there is the cataplexy

The “hilarious” falling down bit

It really isn’t funny

When to laugh or cry can make you drop

Like a stone to the floor

Make your face sag, your head flop

I know I am forgetful

It doesn’t mean that I don’t care

I’m not being disrespectful

Because I cant always be there

Fear often prevents me

Embarrassment- what if I fall down?

THIS is narcolepsy

Now do you understand?

I know you don’t believe me

You just don’t think it’s real

I no longer have the energy

Because you cant seem to deal

With an illness that YOU can not see

I know I look so “normal”

That’s the problem with narcolepsy

All I want is for you to believe me.

It isn’t fake, there is no cure

It isn’t very funny

Its unpredictable, my memory is poor

It’s downright devastating

THIS IS NARCOLEPSY.

November 2014

under the dark moon I stand

embracing the darkness

calling on the queen of night

to give me strength and guide me

as from the deepest shadows of myself

in all its muddy glory

the parts of me i can not face

rise from the murky depths

lurching its way upwards.

she whispers to me.

on the wind.....to tell me

"warrior I am

from the battle I emerge triumphant" *

I feel her dance in the shadows

I breathe in the darkness

and her strength

warrior I will become

and I too will emerge triumphant

* Errol Weiner

Day 30

Beltane

As above 

so below

now its time 

For the crone to go

As within 

so without

See the maiden 

Dance about

As above 

so below

round the Beltane fire

we go

As without

So within

Let the summer dance

begin.

King of day

Queen of night

join this day

in union rite

As this poetry month comes to an end
I've been on a journey with a faithful friend
with pen in pocket and book in hand
I wanted you to understand.
These 30 days have given to me
the time to sit, to write, to be free
to wander up where clouds are high,
where eagles sore and dragons fly!
The words I write,
I write for me
but because of friends,
they've been set free

So If you pushed me to do this "chore"
I humbly thank you..and should say so more..

My class

Today my class when feeling bold
refused to do as they were told
They didn't want to learn today
They only wanted to chat and play.
It didn't matter what I said,
I might as well have banged my head,
against the board or on the wall,
they even talked in assembly hall!!
I saw my arse
I threw a strop
They carried on!
they wouldn't stop!!
In the end  I yelled "ENOUGH!
It's time with you I got all tough!
This constant chatting has to cease
its time you did your work in peace!
If you don't like my brand new rule,
Prehaps you need another school!"
They looked at me, and silence fell,
they'd heard my words, this I could tell.
I looked around from face to face,
did I see respect? nope not a trace..
Instead they grinned from ear to ear
with a smile that  says its that time of year!
The end of term is drawing near
reports are close too I fear!
Assessments too, targets to meet,
no time to play or sleep or eat.

So kids forgive your teachers if they are cross
they only want to please the boss
If the boss is happy, teacher will be too
and THAT can only be good for you!