Is Celtic Birdlip Grave the Final Resting Place of Queen Boudicca? | Ancient Origins
Though it’s all speculative – still a neat read and an exciting theory/possibility for all my fellow celts / pagans / irish bretheren out there!
Monthly Archives: August 2015
Progressions – snippets from ‘The Stray Chronicles’
snippets from Strays
an excerpt from latest revisions – Chapter 17
The tension in the room was suffocating. Ambrogue and Kai stood defensively in the corner, on guard. Balahir shrunk away in the doorframe, but couldn’t stop watching. Archabiya had dried her tears in the corner. Everyone was at attention, but couldn’t move.
Gryph made for the door, but Merryck and Balahir stood in the way.
“Wait!” Merryck pleaded. Gryph didn’t want to look at him.
“Please,” Dahgmar bent to pick up the medallion, “This is a horrid misunderst –”
“Stop!” Gryph cut, his grip on everything beginning to slip, “I won’t be a part of this!” He turned back to Avior, “This is what the Order has become? You disgrace it; you disgrace everything we fought for. I won’t help you – and I won’t let you take her.” Angry tears welled in his eyes, and he stormed away.
Archabiya stood, horrified, but Avior stopped her in her tracks.
“Don’t. Let him go – give him time. We’ll straighten this all out in time, just, let him have some time…”
JRR Tolkien’s collegiate novel The Story Of Kullervo to be published this fall – Geek
JRR Tolkien’s collegiate novel The Story Of Kullervo to be published this fall – Geek
Need some more Tolkien in your life? Never fear!
2,000 year olde maze found in India
2,000 year olde maze found in India
An interesting read on a pretty amazing find!
The Winterman
I am but a gleaming end
An epilogue in ice and frost
to lay in slumber upon branch and bend
I am but a passer by
my time checked by waning day
Limited though I rule this sky
I am but the last farewell
the closing line to the wheele
the clocks turning, I hear my bell
I am but a moment’s thrill
Though my touch can bring such glee
The spring, it comes, to thaw my chill
And though the warmth draws a tear
I pay it no mind
My time will come, again, next year.
From the Little People’s Point of View
Be careful who you sit on.
They may not like it very much.
They may tell you what’s wrong,
pain, sorrow and such …
Some may pinch and bite you,
Twist until you bleed.
Others might tickle,
see you laugh until you plead.
Some may crawl inside you!
Unknowing to the eye,
And say strange things,
to all the passers by …
The submissive little ones
may simply just crush and bend.
And still others yet, meet their sorrowed end.
Amin Rove
Deep in the forest of Ironbirck Grove,
Lived a small faery named Amin Rove.
She lived off the fruit of the Orange Blossom trees
And she made all her friends of the birds, and the bees
She was innocent and free, and her heart – it was wild
But her touch was gentle and he temper quite mild
She guarded the forests, its lands and its creatures
Tended its growth, and cultured its features
It was a great sorrow, she met an early grave
Though try as they might, none could save
No matter how far her body may be
Her heart lives on in Ironbirck’s trees
So next time you’re walking with Jackson, or Kotch
Remember, Amin Rove is keeping her watch.
New Faces for Old Gods – PaganSquare – PaganSquare – Join the conversation!
New Faces for Old Gods – PaganSquare – PaganSquare – Join the conversation!
An interesting, and well written read on a subject very close to my heart. Are modern portrayals and borrowing of ancient dieties creative licensing, or is it diluting their legitimacy?
What do you feel about the matter?
mystics
mystic’s night, cool and bright,
the moon shone above…
shadows are falling, creatures are calling,
with voices of hatre and love…
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Strong, sleek, swift and sly
dark as pitch, and the fires fly
from the Burren’s reap
to the Fisher’s keep
Shore to shore
the sterns break way
From Aran steep
‘cross the Siren’s Bay