The Feast of Brigid The red-haired girl draws milkin a pail from the earth. The earth is a spotted cowwith teats that are geysersand anthills and rotten logs. The red-haired girlstrokes and strokesthe dark soil. When the milk rises in spurtsshe catches its arc of white frothto give out to visitors. At the gate ofContinue reading “Feast of Brigid”
Category Archives: Folk Tales
The Annunciation
I wanted to share with you a small piece called ‘The Annunciation’, that I wrote last year and which has been published by a small non-profit online magazine called The Cauldron This is the link if anyone would like to read it. There are some other amazing stories, poetry and non-fiction in there too. WhyContinue reading “The Annunciation”
Bluebells
The Bluebell* A fine and subtle spirit dwellsIn every little flower,Each one its own sweet feeling breathesWith more or less of power. There is a silent eloquenceIn every wild bluebellThat fills my softened heart with blissThat words could never tell. Yet I recall not long agoA bright and sunny day,‘Twas when I led a toilsomeContinue reading “Bluebells”
Garm of Hounds
Skíðblaðnir best of boats; Of all the gods is Óðinn the greatest, And Sleipnir the best of steeds; Bifröst of bridges, Bragi of skalds, Hábrók of hawks, and Garm of hounds* This is our rescue boy, Nathan, a Hound of fine upstanding….He’s been with us since July of last year,2020. He came to us inContinue reading “Garm of Hounds”
9th January Raud the Strong’s Day
9th January is Raud the Strong`s Day. or Rauðr inn rammi Raud was a Norse Seidr Priest who, in the late 10th century refused to convert to Christianity. His story and his deeds are found in a number of Sagas. The first one is Oddr Snorrason an Icelandic Benedictine monk from around the late 12thContinue reading “9th January Raud the Strong’s Day”
Michaelmas – 29th September
Through him the archangels sing your praise, the angels fulfil your commands, the cherubim and seraphim continually proclaim your holiness; the whole company of heaven glorifies your name and rejoices to do your will. Therefore we pray that our voices may be heard with theirs, for ever praising you …: “Eat a goose on MichaelmasContinue reading “Michaelmas – 29th September”
Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates, The years that through my portals come and go.
This blog was first posted on January 4, 2015 on Tales From the Undergardener’s Lodge…but I thought it worth of an update and another share. Here we are, and it’s January again. (Image Sunset Filey Beach 1st December 2020 ©Shullie H Porter 2020) Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, andContinue reading “Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates, The years that through my portals come and go.”
A Mowing Devil…
There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I know not well myself; Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, Something perhaps, about the lack of sound— 5 And that was why it whispered and didContinue reading “A Mowing Devil…”