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Best Poems Written by Emma Goodridge-Hobson

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The Beltane Fires

As April leaves us like a lamb
May comes dancing in
The sunlight glowing up the sky
And celebrations can begin. 

Come see the daylight as it bursts
Upon the rocky shore
And we can light the Beltane fires 
And winter is no more. 

With oak and ash and willow,
Rowan, holly too
The nine woods of the Beltane
Will perform their task for you. 

Hawthorn, hazel, Alder join
And birch with silver bark
So now the ritual fires can guide
New life from winter’s dark. 

Come spirits of the forest
Dance within the smoke and sing,
Of our Beltane fire we light for you
And fertility you bring.

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The Silver Birch

The white leather creaks
As damp pith breathes 
Thin and strong
Against a solemn sky. 

As branches again take
Punishment from northern winds
The trunk stands firm
Steeling itself for the assault ahead. 

Straight despite the brutish
Harsh and relentless gusts
The leather flakes and peels
Like a snake shedding skin. 

Ready for the new birth
Another year is coming
A cycle of the earth and sun,
Rain, wind, snow, all will befall it. 

Evermore the silver birch
A symbol of strength through adversity
Stands tall with smoke like branches
Ready to add another ring to its life.

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To Engineer Is Human

We live in a world
Brim full of uncertainty
Yet some things are set
Unaltered by humanity. 

Science has laws 
Which we did not make
Instead we defined them
And make no mistake

We may have rules
And constants and such
But science is in charge
And we own it so much. 

But as we developed
And grew year on year
We became sophisticated 
Learnt to engineer. 

Harnessing science 
To do what we need
Mass growth industry 
Enabled us to breed 

Rapid development
Coming out of the gloom
Engineering meets science
The industrial boom!

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Offerings To the Flames

Long ago our ancestors, 
waited for the time,
When it was  warm in spring 
To plant the grain, the fruit, the vine, 
The Earth, it is awakening 
Ere winter storm subside. 
Fallow fields are waiting 
for the seedlings to reside.
lighting up the flames now
in the season filled with fire, 
passion, love and fruitfulness, 
All fuel us with desire, 
As the flames go higher 
Throw  your offerings in the embers. 
As we thank mother nature 
for all the goodness which she renders.

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My Name

My name is Emma
It’s common enough
But names are deceptive
I’m made of tough stuff. 
I came into the world
On a thundery night 
Too early, so tiny
I needed to fight. 
Emma means ‘universe’
To others it’s ‘whole’
To me it’s identity
Born deep in my soul. 
My name is quite simple
Just four letters long
No complications
For others to get wrong
In German it’s ‘strong’ 
And the bible does tell
It’s means ‘god with us’
And from Emanuel.

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The Days Eye

The spring awakens
From beneath frost the earth warms
As sun rays alight on the rocky surface.
Dormant and waiting, so patient,
Just biding time until it's right,
Embryonic shoots break through
Blinking in the bright, clear air of revival, 
after winter's stark fingers laced the land with ice. 
Petals punctuate the burgeoning grasses.
Soil recovering from frozen depths,
As winter's kiss becomes a distant memory.
As our ancestors 'afore, 
the women who fought with
The purple the white the green
And at her centre, in the image of the weak sun.
Our star cimbing across the southern sky
Brings hope to the eye of the day, 
Widening, following and closing,
As the day ends so the daisy closes her eye
Once more to sleep, yet tomorrow comes soon, And her eye once again shows the soul of the earth,
Her window opening through the petals.

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Soothed By Moonlight

My fears and woes are washed away
As I bathe myself in moonlight
My naked skin held by the sea 
Fills my heart with delight. 

The sisterhood all here together
Praising Mother Earth 
The love we hold within our souls
Fuels our monthly rebirth. 

So as we all consider
What the new lunation brings
Manifesting our desires 
And to give our new dreams wings.

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To Engineer Is Human

We live in a world
Brim full of uncertainty
Yet some things are set
Unaltered by humanity. 

Science has laws 
Which we did not make
Instead we defined them
And make no mistake

We may have rules
And constants and such
But science is in charge
And we own it so much. 

But as we developed
And grew year on year
We became sophisticated 
Learnt to engineer. 

Harnessing science 
To do what we need
Mass growth industry 
Enabled us to breed 

Rapid development
Coming out of the gloom
Engineering meets science
The industrial boom!

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After the Rain

The rain falls silently
Only sounding when it hits
The ground and the surroundings
Collecting puddles where it sits

Purity of water as it
Falls now from the sky
Followed by the petrichor
As the pathways start to dry

When and hour or two have passed
It shows in verdant grasses
returning now to lush and green
As the rainstorm gently passes.

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Bona Dea

Good Goddess Bona Dea
We celebrate Your rites
Female only festivals.
All men are out of sight.

You safeguard our fertility
As we worship at your feet
With flowers, wine and vine leaves 
And a serpent, when we meet.

So Bona Dea praise you.
Give us fruitfulness in birth.
Empower us to be feminine
And champion our worth