Best Druid Poems
The sacred Awen,
Three rays of vibrant gold light,
Mind, body and soul.
10~Feb~2017
My heart bleeds
But I'm immune
The shaman walks
In the midwinter moon
The hawk guides me
On my path today
Under the wandering willow
My heart does stray
The wolf my ally
With the Raven, I fly
No man can touch me
With the serpent, I lie
I have lived many times
In many forms, I've been
My soul is immortal
This universe I've seen
Mysteries are unraveled
In the initiate’s eyes
Seeing only the light
In the darkest of skies
Lights come up slowly to reveal a bare stage, undressed except for a backdrop on which is
painted the impression of an orchard; the painting is so light that it suggests a
water-colour. Two men enter, a young man dressed in a plain white robe, the BARD, and a
considerably older man dressed in a robe of six colours, the DRUID. They walk slowly to
STAGE CENTER, the slowness indicative of the older man' advanced years and the younger
man's respect for him.
BARD: Must the actor always play a role?
DRUID: What is an actor?
BARD: Must the actor always play a role, even off stage?
DRUID: The apple trees look sore tired this season. I've no longer the strength to prune
them properly.
BARD: Oh. Aye, aye. (Pause) What of the actor's contention that we are all actors, that
all intercourse whether within the dyad, the community, or merely with ourselves 'tis but
an act?
DRUID: Who put the words in the actor's mouth? The 'wright?
BARD: I think it was extemporaneous, miLord. (Pause) It was an improvisation class.
Some years had passed while Balgar learn the druid ways
now full of knowledge and ready to help those in need
He set off on his travels following his instincts as he went
first he came across a woman in despair she had a broken arm
which he fixed and poured a healing balm to make it mend faster.
Onward he travelled sharing his wisdom with those he met
healing the sick and helping the mentally disturb as he passed
seeking for what he did not know only that it would be invaluable
in the end. He picked up a black opal, a blue feather and a strange
pebble drawn to each in turn knowing when the time was right
they would be of use far and wide he travelled helping many on
his way then he felt a strange shiver and taking out the pebble
which now lit up held in out and followed its light to a crevasse
hidden away where there was a handle that he pulled opening
a passage to a cave which glowed blue and placed the feather
there nothing happened so he added the black opal and writing
appeared with druid signs that he read telling him to head north
then after a mile to the east where he would find his next task.
He was told to study some more for it was needed to complete
his training. Now middle aged he was a bit stooped and wizen
and he started looking for someone to train in the druid ways.
mean while he travelled on helping those in need as he passed
added new potions and spells as he found them and looked
around for suitable cave to lay up in for the next few years.
Druid
Prophetic Intelligent
Teaching Philosophizing Envisioning
Priest Cleric Amateur Dabbler
Escaping Studying Performing
Average Ordinary
Layman
Broad reach branches, dark scarred where limbs emit
Bounce shade places, host seat of friendship
Parasitic Mistletoe grows yellow finger medicinal cure
Administered in tinctures mixed by druid pure
Ailing then prevaing, seas writhe with full school fish
Activated magic captured unwraps each wish
Ordained as safe keepers for an original environment
Aeromancy conjurs storms, thus alter climate
Warriors tosseling with authority implement petitions
Praised psychic saints deploy predestination
Sigil symbols fester desire for securing forest density
Hydrophants, flaminica consult power of Siri
Circle hospitable to village folk, sitting without seam
Cherishing nature draws them in daos creed
Respectful ring around mother, wizened mighty Oak
Nature maintained deity, optimal aim evoked
17th December
- Celtic champions -
Balgar was starting to feel his age now and tired of travel sorted out a hidden
cave in which to rest and make some potions. Once he had enough he went to the village two days away where he bartered and traded with locals then headed
to the pub to slack his thirst. When he left some tried to follow him and failed miserably for it was not the right time yet.
Balgar took a deep breath and carried on healing and seeking more knowledge
The more he learnt the wiser he became but at the same time grew more stooped he now showed his age in each wrinkle. Once more he set off to the village where he traded with the locals and kept an open eye for a suitable
man to train to fill his place. Sadly there was no one feeling his age he stopped
over night at the pub then set of for his cave many tried to follow him in vain
giving up as they lost him but one still followed him.
In fact he could not shake her off she passed every test with ease. So Balgar headed for his cave still she was there finding the hidden entrance with ease.
Balgar questioned her and it become obvious that she was the chosen one she told him her name was Willow. We have much catching up to do said Balgar to
Willow as he began to teach her the secret druid ways. As she learnt Balgar gradually grew weaker and soon it was his time to join the other druids that had already passed on and so we leave Willow to learn and grow.
From a Druid prince
where his bloodline lay,
he was destined to rule
the world some day.
From a distant hill you could
hear him bay,
the howl of a lonely man.
Come and see the rivers turn
to gold,
come and breach the gap
twinxt the hundredfold
who wait to do what they are told,
across the eons span
When he takes control of the
phalanx bold
He will learn to do the things of olde
He will learn he must fulfill
his role,
and unify the land.
Still the Hero wallows in his doubts
still knows not now what he's about
his loneliness will find him out,
and overthrow his hand.
Patrick Brennan enters the Craic Pub
His wife is at home, twisting her Celtic knot necklace
Enticing him to come home early, before he is too far into the cups
Gaelic love sent to him courtesy of her Great Grandmother Magda
Magda was a female druid, and her essence lingers.
She is one of her namesake’s spiritual guides.
She follows him from the Craic to the Brazen Head
Giving him severe messages that he is to return home.
Patrick hears the voices, his grandfather was fey, was he not?
He was going to have a couple of drinks and then head to O’Donoghues.
He reaches into his pocket and discovers the Druid sign.
Tree and full moon, unity between the Gaelic and nature.
He turns instead toward home, having no idea that he has been manipulated.
His grandfather and her great grandmother follow him along the path.
Awen's new ideas for next folk song, shows him lyrics that are available.
Wife is thrilled to see husband return so early. Knowing not her role in this.
let’s hike up to the druid arch!
i am less than enthusiastic
let’s drive to it I suggest
grandma! you can’t drive there!\
we do a little encyclopedia research
druid arch is one hundred and fifty foot tall
impressive in the middle of nowhere
it is a cedar mesa sandstone reminder
of the Permian period
san dune deposited 245 million years ago
it is located at the head of elephant canyon
in canyonlands national park,
San Juan County, Utah
The hike there is eleven miles out and back
I get out my running shoes and my walker
hoping my granddaughter can push two hundred pounds in the arizona sand
All the colors of the spectrum
palette mixed with sweet abandon
dancing to the music of the spheres
space and time entwined enthralled
spin pirouettes in love with life
enchanted frequencies uncalled
flashing in and out
like candles on a West bound freight train of thought
lumbering through forgetful crossings
blindly stumbling in light of sudden day
A blink and then 'tis gone
From Knotty Ash to Winnetuxet Junction
Here do I yet listen, watch, enraptured
While the druid rider laughs and waits
inside my head to function
And I so captured
In winds of time as tide abates
Our friend Balgar having passed leaving Willow to take his place rests in peace. Willow struggled to find her way until she went to the summer Solstice there she met many other druids from whom she learnt so much, bursting to try them out she went a little away until everything was quiet and still.
She started a fire from which she hung a cauldron and filling it with fresh pure spring water and a bunch of herbs she left it to infuse. So caught up in what she'd learnt she jumped when high priest druid Juniper spoke to her asking what she was brewing. Just a few herbs for healing wounds she replied, ah he said add some of these to it. So she did asking what they were moon stars he replied greatly taken by her gentle ways. She had much to ask him about as the night sky darkened he taught her much about herbs and life slowly she settled against him and they sat quietly together drinking in the dark night and the feelings they both felt until he gently embraced her to him looking down on her. She raised her head and softly kissed him and took him into her after they finished mating he held her tight until daybreak. Be on your way Willow he said we are not likely to meet again our paths go different ways.
Sadly she watched him fade into the nearby woods and wished she could travel with him. No matter what came to pass she knew she would not forget him or their time together. A couple of months later she was pleased to find she was with child to him. She decided to join a family of druids and with them she healed people and animals never turning any way. In time she gave birth to a bonny boy who she named Juno little realising that he was the future high priest of all druids Juniper came to see him and again laid with her without result. Her only child would be Juno as he grew she taught him all she knew until at 15 she sent him with great sadness to Juniper who would finish of his training. Once parted from him she threw herself into helping those who needed her help and growing frail she quietly passed away before Juniper and Juno could reach her greatly sadden by her loss they buried her in the woods overlooking Stonehenge where Juniper had met her.
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Breathes in the forest, sweet and deep,
Walking upon the soil, climbing steep
Grounding itself where the trees roam
Amongst the roots that grow in the Grove.
Groves light candles under starry night skies,
He's burning luscious lanterns
Feeling the yellow warmth of firelight
A pumpkin that magically delights
In sending faery blessings.
Leprechauns dance in his joyful mind.
Angelic wings delight in faery flight,
Whilst Scottish fae commence to dance.
This Halloween Pumpkin named Druid guides
Onlookers on the magical path,
Urging them to dream Silver Pixie dreams
That soak in golden gleam.
Forevermore in greenery and dew,
May you be blessed with soft starlight,
With happy and lighthearted folk so bright
In moonlight shining positively tonight!
May your art be inspired by Halloween!
May your Ogham convey dreams acquired
From ancestral memories
As Samhain opens the veil, reveries!
With candles burning and flames whirling,
My beloved Pumpkin is yearning, returning the love!
This mystic Druid
Soul searcher with windswept eyes
Beckons. Come away
The Elemental Cosmic Druid,
Stirred by booming winds,
The Druid descends from stars.
From Nature, he flows,
Skyward and free,
Soaring blissfully,
In elemental harmony