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"Christmas in the Cathedral of the Forest Deep"




The silent heart is found 
embedded in the 
Cathedral of 
The Forest Deep

The lost jewel
shines in the dark
see the reflection of emerald eyes
endless hazel woods scried

On Christmas Eve
when all lost souls walk 
and those content in life
without sin, sleep

The Ghost of a dream 
watches you always
in your confederacy
you are not hidden

You are the Keep.

You toss and turn 
you sleep, but your sleep 
is not the calm night 
before Christmas 
kind of sleep

Not even a mouse squeaked
The rats bellies now full 
of guzzled untruths, have eaten all the mice, 
because they were way way too nice

Mistletoe and Holly 
sharp thorns wrapped securely 
around the golden child, the lost Folly
pierce the stings of nightmarish betrayals

All is quite just before midnight
but all is off kilter
not so perfect 
something is missing 

Silence has a way about it
seductively holding sleepers captive
with their whispering 
consciences stifled

under pillows no blunderbuss, knives or rifles
all lies unprotected uncovered undercovers
the usurping sleepers, totally unaware 
of what’s coming

There where they dwell, trying to guard
the stolen honey 
forgetting the true moral of the story
where the haunted hold the heads of pretenders high 

sad dishonourable trophies
in ghost hands, 
eventually, 
all in good time -

a Christmas punch 
dirty, dripping and bloody 
war arrives softly riding visceral cries
whipping all flying monkeys 

where intellect camouflaged 
in glistening tinsel 
through the mirrored glass darkly 
a mother queen marches forever towards 

the lost jewel, the stolen honey
kept in the keep, outside unawares
the guarding rats bellies full of untruths
all deep fast asleep; from the mice, not a peep

she never loses sight 
focused always on the 
fluttering pages of vicissitude 
hear her heart 
like a royal tattoo beat

breathing light like fire 
into the bed she has 
made for you
soft and warm
made from Love 

a soft place 
to call home
embedded in the hard 
surfaces of her alter in 
in her forest deep cathedral

she walks alongside her daemons
the shadows cast no doubt
they are magnetised metronomes
through green stained glass windows
diamonds falling sharp produce tears on a wall 

where the light gets in
she sees her child 
sings her sweet sad lullabies
leaves scattering over words wintry 
black ravens take flight off pages

sharp beaked and lethal
guardians of her mind
wings beating glistening
beautiful diamond stained rhymes

swirling ever closer and closer 
to where you sit ephemeral on her alter
she glides nearer to you
where the heart resides in full view

down aisles of a cathedral 
she marches with her daemon
feral and wild 
soft paws prowling whispering Moonlight

to the beat of a heart’s drum 
to hold her child again 
in the banished gloaming
her ghostly arms collect her child 

transported from the other dimension
the place of the covetous fiend's avarice 
to bring her child forward into 
the cathedral of the one true Queen

where waits the most glorious magic 
the royal court, minstrels and jesters
a perfect feast now revealed 
in your honour, all yours, yes

In this 
Her beautiful 
wintry kingdom
it will always remain Christmas

rightfully hers, 
so too then,
it is yours 
bookmark this story 
in your heart, 

where in the Christmas
Cathedral of her Forest Deep
dog-eared pages bark 
calling you like a wolf

to where her heart beats
in yours for all time
no matter what
no matter where

never at Christmas 
ever again -
far away, 
kept apart

always close
always near

Christmas in the Cathedral of the Forest Deep
Christmas always in the Heart

banished all ghostly tears
never again to be silenced
no voice in the lost haunting years 
a gift of love for you child 

from the true mother Queen
all my love and good cheer
A very Merry Christmas
and may what you ask for 

come true 
in all of your dreams
throughout 
all of your years

always close
in the Cathedral of the Forest Deep

in the Heart
always near



(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
Christmas







"Walking In The Air" - Epic Version ;)
https://youtu.be/pMBTExwpKuo






“This is what I believe: 
That I am I. 
That my soul is a dark forest. 
That my known self will never be more
than a little clearing in the forest. 
That gods, strange gods, 
come forth from the forest 
into the clearing of my known self, 
and then go back. 
That I must have the courage 
to let them come and go. 
That I will never let mankind 
put anything over me, 
but that I will try always 
to recognize and submit 
to the gods in me 
and the gods in other 
men and women. 
There is my creed.”
(D.H. Lawrence)














Scholars have debated the scope of the word “keep”, but usually consider it to refer to large towers in castles that were fortified residences, used as a refuge of last resort should the rest of the castle fall to an adversary. 


art/ 
Andy Keoh
https://andykehoeshop.com/



art/
Beautiful Bizarre Magazine
https://www.beautifulbizarre.net/


LYRICS/ from Howard Blake's "The Snowman"
https://genius.com/Howard-blake-walking-in-the-air-lyrics


"The Snowman", Raymond Briggs (for gvlm, xx)
https://youtu.be/rXEoqb0_mrg
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