An Bee Cailleach
“Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo.
Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh.
Briseadh an tost seo”
"An Bee Cailleach"
She lives to wake to new days
and new nights
to walk awake
in her fiercest dreams
to drown the damned in
Delta of Cancer
Her Venus
Lights bonfires
Where her feet step
blazing imprints
swift flames
into stories
Life is on Fire
breath over death
does she breathe
Awake from Dark Deep Sleep to
Awaken Desire
Blood pumping
Passion that bleeds
Into all of her lost creatures
Her Lost Lovers’ Woods
Her hidden King Wolf
and all of its
Silent Sapped
Trees
She is the Witch
conjuring
White Light spells
to draw honey from bees
to bring life to dreams
to those dead in deep wells
mouths that remain stitched
empty eye sockets
vacant cataract
white clouds
that no longer bleed
where they dwell
forever lost in
The Sleeping Time
Dead in the ditch
At the bottom of
Some kind of
Home that is
Dark Delta Wave Hell
Love is the potion
Joy is the spell
Bee is to Be
Naked life buzzing
Fire in the blood burning
bit by beautiful badassery
HC Agrippa Majick
conjures
The Beckoning
to cast her
Mesmerising
She stands her ground
While the earth all around
brontide
is not bound
Now arrives
The Becoming
on beamish bewitching bold breeze
trembling and tickling
the dendrites her
divination
spreads up her body
shakes all of her potent burning
molten Bee’s Wax into
To Be’s
Blows her breath on
All of the Trees
Her stories
Their Seasons of Turning
Green, Burnished Copper Rust Tarnished Gold,
Springing Green Fairies,
then stark Artemisia absinthium Winter Leaves
another realm suspended inanimate
supine on the ground cold frozen and old
Her sting will raise
dead lovers to bloom
blushing like Spring Roses
fragrant petals moist succulents
climbing passions embrace
no prison walls in her room
to taste the strange fruit
from bare bones
the Life that was took
she brings forth
The Borne Again Spell
from Her burgeoning conjuration leaves
does she read, she reads from
The Book of the Bees
Flesh awakening
Lie down in soft moss
carnal nude bellies at noon
Luscious and longing
sweet claret and
Garnet Red Poppies
addiction forsooth
Delectable heat
senses that swoon
Quills from Lyre birds plucked
To dip in her ink pot
To write Mystical
4 lined Lost Lovers'
Love Charms
Seductively takes measure and stock
Turquoise and Blue feathers of
strutting fool Peacocks
The Owl silently watches on now
As she chants out her spell
“Be Be Be
Love, Joy and then Be”
Raises her arms to the Trees
Buzz in the Body
Now shaking
words spoken to read
on their new wet inked leaves
She chants for
Mephistopheles
Sweet release
Sings her pleas
to kiss
sleeping eyelids
Awake to Life
Dance entwined
bare limbs under Moon
Dance her Silken
Barked Trees
Drink Lilac Wine
And then drunk
in the Land of Forever in Love
to swanningly ardently swoon
in the Realm of Divine
Sip Mead from gold chalice
Milk and honey to bathe
Pluck ripe Grapes off the vine
No more lie in the grave
Soft Pink velvet lips
brush Swans' graceful necks
drink from gullies of dew
A journey barefoot
Running her honey
naked alive warm
No Ginger Root took
Through gushing
warm pulsating brook
Moaning for Lost Lovers
No clouds anymore
in their eyes
Green Emeralds
Crystalline Amber
Brown Velvet
Gray Granite
Violets Wild
Big Sky
Bright Blue
Paradise Amygdala Iris
On fire
Seekers of Truth
Soft Paw
treads softly beside
She's licking her lips
Bee stung they bleed
"they are ready to kiss"
he thinks,
this she will miss
In his eyes
she is seen
this he watches on
silent as if watching a dream
Lost Lovers now all
Rise from the Dead to
Swim with the nymphs
She will make
Royal Celtic Kings
Walk in magick
conjured from
Lost Lover's Woods
of Tall Trees
Creatures of land,
air and
Babel
the brooks
They all will eventually talk
She waves her Quill wand
Dripping ink
No need for Twigs
to mark maps in the dirt
They are mere wobbling
False Divination Forks
While Her Legion
of Buzzing Soldier Bees
Sting the lips of
Fair Maidens
all shook
Thorny Thistles
Climbing Asps in Green Ivy
Ephemeral Seraphim evanescent
Now Immortal Consorts
To remember their dreams
To remember their dreams
Buried and stolen
By those that
Plundered and locked
Their souls’ fate to be sealed
And thought to bury
Deep under ground
Their sweet Lost Loving
pulsating Hearts in
LIFE’s BOOK
Their Book of the Dead
Buried and bound
ne’er to be found
No comfort or sucker are fed
They are now found
They are now found
“Be Be Be
Love, Joy and then Be”
An Bee Cailleach
conjures her
Royal Beehive of Bees
Virgin Bees befriending
No longer mortal
Supersedure enemies
deadly venom is ending
With each Be’s barb
they are stung
with Her Love they are bit
by Her Rhapsodomancy
to bow down
on their knees
Swallows
they thirst
they sing with satiated
Harmony and Bless’ed
Bee Bliss Buzzing tweets
Flocking to the Kings
Who were once
Frozen as Trees
Raises arms to the Trees
Buzz in the Body
Now shaking
words spoken to read
on their new wet inked leaves
She chants for
Mephistopheles
She Pleas
for
Her own sweet release
She is An Bee Cailleach
Witch Goddess
Queen of the Bees
Before She they kneel
Virgin Queen Bees
Avoid Supersede
Soldiers and Kings
To them she bestows
Love Joy and Be
In The Glistening
Dreaming awake from
The Sleeping
dreams her dreams
into
Real
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 May)
“Frail of heart renounce all fear.
Locked away inside all these years.
Remain in Light, renounce all fears.
For you have been mesmerized.
Break this spell of silence”
1.
Artemisia comes from Ancient Greek (Artemis). Artemis was a goddess of the hunt, and protector of the forest and children
Artemisia absinthium/Wormwood
Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018
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