Confessions

Shawn L. Bird's avatarShawn L. Bird

I am at a poetry retreat, and I have just realized I haven’t posted any new poetry in ages!  Here is one that was prompted by discussion around the table last night.


Men are afraid that women will laugh at them.

Women are afraid that men will kill them

~ Margaret Atwood

Confession:

Inside

She is laughing

at his wizened, flapping sword

Ever appreciative

it is not slashing, slicing, dividing

head from heart.

Confession:

She desires his desire,

not his possession.

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Taking up the Path of the Bard, Part II

Dana's avatarThe Druid's Garden

Creativity is the singing of the soul.  When we create, we draw from the deepest parts of who we are and express ourselves to the world.  The act of creation, the drawing forth and connecting to our inner selves, is the joy involved in creativity.  Having something nice in the end, to me, seems like a bonus! I believe this act of channeling the awen is not only inherently spiritual, it is also part of what it means to be human.  But to allow our souls to really sing, we have to grow comfortable with what we create, we have to set aside our judgement, and and to grow our skills as bards.

Last week, I explored what the bardic arts are, the cultural challenges associated with the bardic arts, and some ways community groups circumvent said challenges.   We looked at the creative spirit of children, and how that spirit…

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Cultivating the Flow of Awen in our Lives

Dana's avatarThe Druid's Garden

I shall sing of the awen, which

I shall obtain from the abyss

Through the awen, though it were mute

I know of its great impulses

I know when it minishes;

I know when it wells up;

I know when it flows;

I know when it overflows.

–Taliesin, “The Festival” from the Book of Taliesin, 13th century

What the poet Taliesin writes of is the “Awen”, a central principle in the druid tradition meaning “flowing inspiration” or “divine inspiration.”   In ancient times, bards embraced the flow of Awen to be masters of memory, sound, and expression. The bardic path was a lifelong pursuit and vocation; bards would spending many years (by one Scottish account, 7 years[1]) learning the bardic arts which included the arts of memory, diction, rhyming, and composition.

The flowing of Awen isn’t just an experience, it is a magical and meditative process. Perhaps you’ve…

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Finding Hopeless, Maine

gothicmangaka's avatarThe Hopeless Vendetta

Finding Hopeless, Maine

Come in, dear traveller! I hear you are looking for directions. Yes ,yes, sit down. Now, you want to get to Hopeless, Maine. Are you sure?  You’ve been warned about it, yes? The witches, the eldritch terrors, the night potatoes… Alright, alright, I can see that you are a stubborn and headstrong sort, who will not be dissuaded. Not even if I tell you that most people are desperately trying to come the other way? Well it was worth trying. Now let me think; directions to Hopeless Maine. Hmmmm.

Well there are a lot of different paths, yes, and they tend to shift. I can’t guarantee that you’ll arrive safely. Or arrive at all. So here, dear traveller, are three ways of getting to Hopeless Maine that will probably succeed. You have been warned…

1) Collect all of your best spoons, and lay them out in the…

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The Garden Grove

When I started to plant the trees in my Grove two years ago I was not sure whether I would soon have to move house or not. I do have to move but it’s all planted and will just take time to grow. I hope it will be left in peace to do so. I wont see it but I know the apple and olive are worth anyone keeping so I hope they do. Woe betide anyone who kills the Hawthorn.

The only tree I planned to plant but hadn’t yet was a Rowan. By chance one came to me about three months ago. It’s a baby so I put it in a pot and now it’s on the window ledge in my new home. I will find it a safe spot outdoors later on.

The hawthorn I planted is not in the photos (out of respect for its privacy? or because it’s young and hidden? I don’t know – I just didn’t take a picture)

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Nine

nine is the final number my dear friend
a rounded shape with curling thrashing tail
nine is the final pause and sudden end
related to a question mark in scale
this cliff edge vista is of sails and shrouds
but give this precipice no troubled thought
the view i see is also sea and clouds
i see no reason to become distraught
we all come round again, when we aspire to naught

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(form ~ Spenserian nine line stanza….
Rhyme scheme: a. b. a. b. c. d. c..d. d
Iambic Pentameter
Last line Iambic Hexameter with caesura)