She Is Wild~

She’s wild I tell you She sports the blood of a witch She’s wild I tell you She sports the mouth of a bitch She’s wild I tell you She charms the men to her bed She’s wild I tell you She talks with the dead She’s wild I tell you She rides on the …

What Witches Want You To Know~

    No two of us are exactly alike, we are like stars and snowflakes, we are like fingerprints and faces. We are originals one and all. Some of us call ourselves “Wiccan” while others balk at all religiosity and simply refer to themselves as “Witches.” Some of us belong to covens, while many of …

Lammas

  The festival of the first fruits – the beginning of the harvest.  Time to give thanks to the Green Goddess and John Barleycorn.   Traditionally bilberries and blackberries would be picked.  Bread would be baked.  A feast  of celebration prepared.   Here in wet Wales, as we travel down the lanes and back roads, we …

Divine Walking~ )O(

I try to walk at least a mile in nature each day. In the warm months, I walk at the beginning or the end of the day. This is an intimate ritual for me, a quiet time of meditation and reflection. While walking and thinking~ my life and the people in it begin to make …

A Blessed Crone Witch~

This old mountain is alive, aware and alert and wearing her most sensual navy blue dress tonight. Crickets and frogs are humming; rain is falling softly, soundlessly. I know that there is a small group of reddish brown does that are sleeping together one hundred feet below me. There are gray doves sleeping in scruffy …

~The Upright Dead~

Their mouths move, but nothing gets said I can see them now, the upright but dead Giggling and giddy, filled with heavenly cheer Offering to pray for everyone here Look in their eyes and shocked you will be For there is no soul in there to see~ They’re occupied, or missing, or bloodlessly gone All …

~The Ole Witch~

Tis not easy being a witch So many want you to scratch their itch Woe is me, for I work nights Riding my broom at lofty heights Women all want a love true spell Men tell me I’ll go to hell Herbs and magick, one two three It’s not that easy to be me Dashing …

The Spell Of Grandmothering~ )O(

For decades I slept or rushed through multitudes of splendid golden sunrises, I was unresponsive to the delicate dew kissed bird music of dawn and I overlooked a million enchanted glitter-spun moon beams. Having a Grandchild made me magickal again~

Salem, The Familiar )O(

Midnight moonshine Buttery Bright Silver whiskers Light the night Beautiful cat Walks in grace Fur and Purr Near my face Sweet he is Dear and whole This mystical cat Calms my soul

The Crone’s Door )O(

The crone’s door is open Night and Day The crone’s heart is open All the way Oak tree legs and mossy hair Fat soft arms that hug with care She dances deep within the night She sings and conjures till the light Silver charms upon her weeping tree Roots and tinctures all for thee The …

For My Friend~

I will you well I will you strong I will you protection From all harm Three time three I will this now Lord and Lady To thee I bow~ So Mote it ever be Thoughts of care And Love from me~

From The Hill~ A Witchy Poem~

I am calling from the hill Feel me now, and feel me real Take my hand and come my way Know my heart by night and day Save your body and save your soul Save yourself, so you’ll grow old Feel Her rain and feel Her heat In your head and in your feet Feel …

Call to the Crones

Where are the owls Blodeuwedd? Called into the smoky trees of Summer? Calling in the daytime. Songs of desolation. Where are the hares? The horses? Epona? The chalky grassland has abandoned them.   We, The Wild Ones must, In Spirit, gather now. Leave the gardens And the fenced off fields. Here, on the fore shore …

~Love Magick~ (A Poetic Incantation)

The candle burns So mote it be Fire in him Flames in me Ever burning Popping bright Our sighs together slash the night He takes me in his arms to see What his love has done to me When he does I want it all His blood, his seed His lust, his need Earth and …

Nine Knots~

I have recently fulfilled a nine knot spell. The matter or the intention of the spell is of little importance, as are the details of the spell. However, the glorious side effects of the “casting” of the spell are what I am going to focus on in this posting. Witchcraft is a joy for me. …

Thanks to the Goddess

For the chain of days – The jewel mornings – pearl, ruby and emerald, I thank the Goddess. For the beauty of bird song, the wind in the trees, the swallows on the way to Rhuddlan, I thank the Goddess. For the sunlit waters of the Traeth, the crows in the conifers, and bluebells, I thank …

~Kitten Update~

As some of you know I was “gifted” an orphaned kitten on the 15th of April. He still had his cord attached and his eyes were fused. He has grown and he is thriving. Blessed Be.

~Full Moon Rituals and Sister Witches~

I write on The Experience Project as well as here on Ralphie’s Portal. Our dear high one “Ralphie” has asked me to post this story here on the portal. I wanted to preface this story by clarifying what EP sisters are, (Experience Project sister witches and friends) Now, here you are~. It is one of the supreme …

~My Sunrise Incantation~

Birdsong and a fine black cat Here I sit where I’m at The trees are lit with glowing gold Waiting stories that must be told Coffee and cream held in my hand Before me sunshine, mountains and land Let me consider over this day What tunes to hum~ What words to say? Let me gather the glow …

May Day~Beltane~

On April 30 into May 1st we Pagan types celebrate Beltane.  Beltane is a fire festival honoring the return of the earth’s fertile phase. Beltane is most usually celebrated around the fiery fingers of a robust merry bon fire and dancing beneath a colorful maypole.  I have read that “back in the day” the fertility …

May Day – Calan Mae – Beltane.

May Day is traditionally celebrated when the May blossom appears on the Hawthorn trees. Hawthorn is an important tree spiritually – surrounded by myth and legend. Oak, Ash and Hawthorn are the three sacred celtic trees. The most famous Hawthorn in Britain is the Glastonbury Thorn. Legend has it that Joseph of Arimathea arrived in …

I AM MAMA CAT~

This little kitten was discovered in an old lawn building that belongs to one of my childhood friends. He was found in a cold dark corner alone, his nose was  raw from rooting in the dirt, his eyes were still tightly fused, his umbilical cord was still attached, he was clearly a new born, he was hungry, …

My Evening ~

My Evening   Bark pressed to my face A solitary grace An altar with deep roots Far beneath my boots My flesh is old I know But still I need to grow I’m ever filled with passions These things get me through the night I have no shame, for I know that I am right I will light …

~Self Lovers~

    I find that my favorite people are those that love themselves. They’re easy to be around, and I know that if they love themselves they have forgiven themselves, therefore, they are likely to forgive me when my humanity gets in the way of my good intentions.

A Common Witch

Here it comes, let go of the night Choose a fresh path, welcome the light Smile in the sun, give it a go Bless all the weeds For they too must grow I am a witch as common as mud I know of your secrets They run through your blood You’ll never fool me Not …

~Wet Wind~

It is midnight, I raise my east window, to find that it is raining hard out there tonight. This witch’s home is filled with soft music and candle light, the dogs snore. My body is tired but my mind isn’t ready for sleep, my spirit is at peace. An alert black cat named Salem just climbed onto …

Full Moon Musings

Someone is firing a gun Somewhere Someone is teasing the keys of a piano Somewhere Someone is writing a best seller Somewhere Someone is laughing Somewhere Someone is starving Somewhere Someone is scared Somewhere Someone is pushing a broom Somewhere Someone is playing Somewhere Nuns are sleeping Somewhere Rosaries tangled in their fingers In their …

April Rain

Slate grey sky Rain falling Birds calling soft harmonies. The holy light of candle flame on stone The scented smoke rising in the stillness of the air. Today my living room becomes a chapel to the Goddess.

Gift of Today

A colder, greyer day today. No horizon out at sea. No treetops on the hill. Sweet scented smoke swirls between the beams. Beads of water – moondrops on the cabbage leaves as blackbirds carol and pigeons flap and fluster. The treasures of  today are laid before me and I am humbled.

Practically Magical

We have many choices in life, we don’t think about this often, but, we truly do. From the moment we roll from bed, there are choices; diminutive details of our lives are all about our own choices, but, we fail to claim this as a truth, we fail to take personal responsibility and ownership of …