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 My skin is waiting and needing your touch.

Sometimes I know that I want it too much.

Your fingers need to run down my spine,

Spelling it out that you should be mine.

Your lips on my shoulders, caressing my neck

No words, no sounds, as you make me your wreck.


The sound of my heartbeat quickens its speed.

You can see in my eyes how deep is my need.

I want you to hold me tight in your arms

To hide me in darkness from all else that harms.

Safe from a world that I do not fit in

Safe from a world that considers this, sin.



Oct. 4th, 2010 07:47 pm
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Pronunciation: BluhDIEweth.

She seems to be popping up all over the place at the moment. And I have always had a soft spot for her ever since my first Goddess Conference. (I attempted to dress up as Her at the Ball.) I always felt that there was more to Her story than just the cliched betrayer she is portrayed to be.

Within the Celtic Tradition, storytelling has long been a favored occupation and, generally speaking, the longer and more intricate the story, the more revered the legend and the teller. Long held as the embodiment of most ancient Welsh legends is the Mabinogion. The story of Branwen is contained therein, as is the legend of Blodeuwedd. In order to offer some sort of clarity to these legends it is necessary to give you some background in the history of the Celts and, therefore, shed some light on the intricacies of the stories. The Celts, historically, were matrilineal; you were born to your mother’s line, not your father’s. Kingship, therefore, landed upon the son of the king’s sister and not upon the offspring of the king and the queen. Very often, too, the queens were the actual power, with her spouse being a Duke of War, rather than a true king. In order to be a king, one had to marry the land in order to demonstrate his devotion to the sovereignty. Often, this marriage was symbolic and accomplished by the practice of the Great Rite between the proposed king and a priestess of the Goddess. The commission of this act would ensure the king’s love for the land and a lifelong desire to defend her as he would his wife. It is also important to note that there is no Goddess of Love, such as Ishtar, Aphrodite and Venus in other cultures, but there were, throughout the legends, Maiden Goddesses made of flowers or fruit. The most important aspect of the Goddess is triune in nature - the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone - and most legends involve three Goddesses representing these three aspects.

The Legend of Blodeuwedd is also the story of Llew’s struggle for his kingship which was averted and made more difficult by the Goddess Arianrhod who tried Her best to prevent Llew, Her son, his birth-right due to the shame brought upon Her by his companions. (Another story which will be told later.) In short, Arianrhod stated that he would not receive a name, unless it be from Her; he would not receive his arms, unless it be from Her; and, he could never marry a mortal woman. Thus, he could not become king unless it be through Her auspices. In order to assure that Llew would survive long enough to attain his kingship, some magick was given to him in the form of the circumstances of his death. As has been typical of the Celts, his death could only be accomplished through a set of very unlikely and almost preposterous circumstances. He could not be killed indoors or out, on horse or on foot, and the spearhead capable of killing him had to be cast during a sacred period of time. Arianrhod was tricked into giving Llew his name and his arms but the larger problem of having a wife, which would assert his right to the land, was accomplished through the magick of his cousins, Math and Gwydion, who created Blodeuwedd from the flowers of the Oak, Broom and Meadowsweet. Due to the nature of Her Birth, Blodeuwedd - whose name means either ‘Flower Face’ or the ancient name for the Owl - and represents the Earth in full bloom. Through their marriage, Llew’s requirement of marrying the land and thus, his Sovereignty is completed. One day, Llew goes hunting, leaving Blodeuwedd alone with Her ladies in the castle. A young huntsman, Gronw, later seeks shelter and he and Blodeuwedd experience love at first sight. Wanting nothing more than to be together, Gronw persuades Blodeuwedd to discover the improbable circumstances surrounding Llew’s death, an act he would help to accomplish. The plan made, Gronw departs from Blodeuwedd and they remain separate for a long period of time, during which Blodeuwedd feigns anxiety concerning Llew’s death. Eventually, Her pleading persuades Llew to demonstrate these very circumstances in order to allay Her fears by showing Her his death could not be easily accomplished. They prepare a bath on a riverbank, covering it with a thatched roof, being neither indoors nor out. As Llew stands with one foot upon the edge of the tub and the other upon the back of a goat, Gronw throws the specially-made spear, hitting Llew in the side. Llew immediately turns into an eagle and flies off, later discovered and nursed back to health by his cousins, Math and Gwydion. When the two lovers are found, Gronw is killed and Blodeuwedd turned into an owl.

Due to the very circumstances of Her Birth, the actions of Blodeuwedd may be seen in a more sympathetic light. She was created from the flowers of a very powerful Tree - the Oak - and from flowers of an explicitly healing nature,in order to give power to Llew and to be able to continually heal and renew him. She is never asked whether She loves him or desires to marry him. She was created for his purposes, solely to assure his right to rule the land. Her Own desires are impossible to achieve while Llew lives and She is often seen as the epitome of non-assertive femininity, fickleness and the faithless wife, using the passion of two men for Her to seal the doom of both. In truth, Her supposed treachery creates the very conditions to enable Llew to experience the ritual death and rebirth commonly required of the Druidic priesthood, thus ensuring his kingship. Blodeuwedd is seen as a part of his hard and difficult destiny. Throughout Celtic legend, otherworldly women are created and utilized to represent the Land, which is definitely feminine in nature. Owl, the totemic representation of Blodeuwedd, signifies the complete transformation of the initiate as represented by Llew‚s virtual death and subsequent healing. She is signified by the Empress card of the Tarot. She is a Goddess of emotions, representing the matrix that reforms transpersonal and universal energies into well-defined life force. She is also the Maiden Goddess of initiation ceremonies and is known as the Ninefold Goddess of the Western Isles of Paradise. Flowers, the wisdom of innocence, Lunar Mysteries and initiation are Her provinces.

Winter Cymraes


Blodeuwedd Rising (Song for Hazel)
Summer 2007

by Jacqui Woodward Smith

Blodeuwedd, Magdalene of Springtime
Sweet flower face with wings of snow
You are the gateway to the seasons
Fierce in passion, eyes aglow

And You will rise in fearless beauty
Afraid of You, they change Your face
But we remember Your true nature;
Reclaim Your love, Reclaim Your place

Defiled and changed and called a whore
If whore You are then so am I
As whore I'll be Your temple priestess
And You will give me wings to fly

Reclaim the whore and rise in beauty
With Goddess spirit deep within
Knowing our own Goddess nature
How dare they name our passion sin!

No one can shackle or control You
Owl of Secrets, flying free
No chains to bind Your hungry spirit
With You beside, no chains on me

And we will rise in raging beauty
To be what we've been all along
When we can stand alone as equals
We will sing Blodeuwedd's song

They left us here in silent fury
Thought that they had won the game
But as we reclaim our ancient birthright
Blodeuwedd will rise again

And we will rise in naked beauty
Revealing all we have to give
Loving in the ways we choose to
Deciding how we want to live

They try to make us pretty blossoms
Deny our claws, deny our power
But we must claim our truth and freedom
To choose the owl, to choose the flower

And we will rise in powerful beauty
Surrender to Blodeuwedd's cry
She draws us to the path of moonlight
On owl wings we must learn to fly

No one has the right to harm us
To name and shame, abuse and scar us
Call us hag and call us bitch.
Reclaim the owl, reclaim the witch!

And we will rise in all our beauty
For we have heard Flower Face's call
Our bodies glowing with our passion
Both owls and flowers, Priestesses all!

©Jacqui Woodward Smith


Nov. 19th, 2009 03:52 pm
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Where are You in this modern world?
Do I look for You in the rose-tinted echos of the past?
Are You the names that have gone before me?
Am I struggling to hold onto what cannot be grasped?
SHE, the Unknown is calling my name.
SHE, the Unseen is waiting to be found
SHE, the Ineffable is watching me open my eyes
SHE is offering it all if only I look around.
CREATRIX, ignored and forgotten
I feel you move the Universe.
My Heart calls and my Soul answers
I long to be free from Society's Curse.
My screams go unheard by others in this world.
But a Wild Woman moves within me.
My intentions are forming, clear and true.
GODDESS you show me the Wild Woman I should be.
I dance to your heartbeat.
Joy lifts my feet.
Music only my ears hear moves me and I open my arms to hold you,
Dancing Our Spirits meet.
You are my All, My Everything, Inspired by the past, formed in reality, Your strength is mine to share.
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Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
Because the massman will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive.
What longs to be burned to death.

In the calm water of the love-nights,
Where you were begotten, where you have begotten,
A strange feeling comes over you
When you see the silent candle burning.

Now you are no longer caught
In the obsession with darkness,
And a desire for higher love-making
Sweeps you upward.

Distance does not make you falter.
Now, arriving in magic, flying,
And finally, insane for the light,
You are the butterfly and you are gone.

And so long as you haven’t experienced
This to die and so to grow
You are only a troubled guest
On the dark earth.

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You Leave Me 
You came, a wind that knocked me off my feet.
Feathers ruffled, emotions stirred,
You gave me a look that unlocked my spirit.
A friendship formed, secrets were shared and my life brightened.
Now you leave me alone. 

Lives go on, they always must.
You go to start anew
My jealousy is not of reason.
A new beginning, a life completely fresh.
You leave me alone. 

I had you in my heart for a year
Will you still be there forever?
A pain that aches, that I cannot share
No one to tell, not even you.
You leave me alone.


Emo Poems

Nov. 9th, 2009 10:55 am
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Comfortable Prison of my own making,
Wondering at what I could be forsaking.
Lost within the circuit of my mind,
Looking for treasure that I am sure that I will never find.
Limits and temptations surround me,
What if I have never been free? 
I have crowned myself with virtue and responsibility.
That little girl who is pretending to be me.
Watch her as she courts disaster,
Is she destroying all to be her own master?
Games that she plays, toys that she breaks,
Watch me as I fall into these obvious mistakes. 
Does familiarity breed contempt?
One love lost as another is spent.
My heart is yours but is it still mine?
Is this right? I ask the divine.
My tears have yet to fall down a repentant face.
Maybe my prison is the right place?

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Spinning around,
Confusion abounds
My head in a whirl
I am such a girl! 
You smile
At me
My heart leaps a mile
You touch
My face
And my senses feel too much. 
I listen as you talk,
Watching as you walk.
I wish that there could be more,
Like it was the time before. 
Time moves along
I need to be strong
All I have are emotions
And some really stupid notions…

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People around me,
This space is my own
A feeling I thought I had forgotten
Now I am alone. 
You came back into my life
I should have been a different me.
For the girl you left, and the woman you have found
Is no longer free 
Questions I am asking
Is this the only way?
Worlds and lives would collapse around me
I can do nothing else, but stay. 
What you offer I cannot have
Wanting it so much is just not on.
Deluding myself is not an option
What we once might have had is now over and gone.

The choices that we make

The things that we forsake.
All that glitters is not gold
Does that matter when all else has got old? 
Misery loves company
I wonder is that me?
My stupidity has no limits
As I pull my perfect life to bits. 
What is perfection?
Is it all it is cracked up to be?
When does the compromise become too much?
If I can have it all for just one touch. 

Do you see me? 
I stand next to you and you move away.
I look at you and you look right through me.
I touch your face, and you brush away a fly.
I speak and you don’t listen to my words.
Do you see me as I look into your eyes?
Do you care when the tears run down my face?
All at once I feel insignificant,
An invisible girl in her invisible world. 
I must have turned around and lost you
But I didn’t see you leave.
Was I not paying attention?
That you felt you had to go. 
I don’t know all the answers
I don’t know what to do.
I feel empty in your company
And I wonder how to move. 
Do I step away and leave you?
Do I stay and take control?
Is this what I have left on offer,
A place in this home with no heart?


Randomness, the thoughts that run round my head,
Unchained unfettered, unrestrained, and unruly.
Emotions are on a knife-edge, willing things to happen,
But the knowledge that it might not be the best plan.
A life unknown, a path untried.
Unbidden, you call me. I yearn to move towards you,
Not knowing whether I will fall to my death.
Am I dying anyway?
Yet surely, my life’s passion drains away,
As my heart aches for one I cannot have. 
I try so hard to be aloof and alone,
The friend you need, no more no less.
You hold my heart; yet don’t know you touch it.
Should I let you know my soul’s secrets?
I long to be held in your arms, safe and true.
Pretence I might be able to play.
I look into your eyes; I see it there,
I want to touch you, hold you, and love you.
I can take your pain, your woes, make the bad dreams go away.
But I am too scared to move.






Emo Poetry

Nov. 9th, 2009 10:34 am
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Here follows some Emo poetry written by yours truly back in the day.

I can't promise that it is very good, sorry...

Light glitters in a darkened room. 
Whispered words not heard before.

My lightest touch seems to have new meaning
A heart beats faster, is it yours or mine? 
Thoughts go round in circles,
Never ending, never fading.

Questioning and unforgiving.
Relentless emotions swamp my existence.  
Is love fading, as love grows?
A woman’s failure to make sense of her world
An age-old question that can never be answered.
The futility of trying seems to be all there is. 
Did I surrender too soon?
What options were there for me to take?
Is indecision my only answer
And confusion my only result? 
I see your clear dark eyes,
They might hold the key to happiness.
But is this all just fool’s gold,
Glittering in a darkened room?



Full Moon

Nov. 2nd, 2009 08:36 pm
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The full moon shines down upon my skin,
I lift my face up to Her.
A cry starts to form in my throat.
My heart aches,
And I must howl at the moon...
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A call from the Goddess
Are you really listening?
Hear her voice,
She says your name.
She offers you Eternity
Do you dare drink from Her Cauldron?
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Lyrics by Heidi Couture
Music by Kellianna

Blessed Brighid burning bright
Lead us from the darkest night
Triple Goddess of new life
Shine your flame on us tonight
Perpetual flame of love and light

Wise guardian of the Hearth
You bless our homes and our lives
Keeper of the healing light
Shine your light on us tonight
Shine on us in love and light

Sacred muse of poetry
Inspire creativity
Sing to us your sacred song
Shine your spark on us tonight
Fiery spark of love and light

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Listen to the words of the Great Mother, who was of old also called Artemis; Astarte; Diana; Melusine; Aphrodite; Cerridwen; Dana; Arianrhod; Isis; Bride; and by many other names.

Whenever ye have need of anything, once in a month, and better it be when the Moon be full, then ye shall assemble in some secret place and adore the spirit of me, who am Queen of all Witcheries.

There shall ye assemble, ye who are fain to learn all sorcery, yet have not yet won its deepest secrets: to these will I teach things that are yet unknown.

And ye shall be free from slavery; and as a sign that ye are really free, ye shall be naked in your rites; and ye shall dance, sing, feast, make music and love, all in my praise.

For mine is the ecstasy of the spirit and mine also is joy on earth; for my Law is Love unto all Beings.

Keep pure your highest ideal; strive ever toward it; let naught stop you or turn you aside.

For mine is the secret door which opens upon the Land of Youth; and mine is the Cup of the Wine of Life, and the Cauldron of Cerridwen, which is the Holy Grail of Immortality.

I am the Gracious Goddess, who gives the gift of joy unto the heart. Upon earth, I give the knowledge of the spirit eternal; and beyond death, I give peace, and freedom, and reunion with those who have gone before. Nor do I demand sacrifice, for behold I am the Mother of All Living, and my love is poured out upon the earth.

Hear ye the words of the Star Goddess, she in the dust of whose feet are the hosts of heaven; whose body encircleth the Universe; I, who am the beauty of the green earth, and the white Moon among the stars, and the mystery of the waters, and the heart’s desire, call unto thy soul. Arise and come unto me.

For I am the Soul of Nature, who giveth life to the universe; from me all things proceed, and unto me must all things return; and before my face, beloved of gods and mortals, thine inmost divine self shall be unfolded in the rapture of infinite joy.

Let my worship be within the heart that rejoiceth, for behold: all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals. And therefore let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honour and humility, mirth and reverence within you.

And thou who thinkest to seek for me, know thy seeking and yearning shall avail thee not, unless thou know this mystery: that if that which thou seekest thou findest not within thee, thou wilt never find it without thee.

For behold, I have been with thee from the beginning; and I am that which is attained at the end of desire.


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Sure, ‘twas as though the granite bones
And flesh of earthen Mother,
Rose up, said, “Well, I’ve a will to be wed
To my white and golden lover
My white, my gold-haired lover.

“He’s a son of the sun and a son of my own
So the sun and the sky I will wed,
For they say I’m owed a warrior bold
To protect the fields in my stead
To preserve the land in my stead.”

Will Sheelah-na-Gig then jig for joy?
Will fairies then dance in a ring?
Or will Morgan le Fay angrily say,
“We’ve started a terrible thing
Oh, begun a terrible thing.”

“Oh, Mother”, we said, “don’t marry that man,
We need no warriors bold and brave -
His kind will call you whore and hag,
Rip minerals from your caves,
Yes, rape iron and oil from your caves.

“No, Mother, don’t marry the son of the sun,
His sons will bring you sorrow -
They’ll shit in the ocean and piss in your wells,
For you there’ll be no tomorrow,
For all of us no tomorrow.”

And Sheelah-na-Gig won’t jig for joy,
The fairies won’t dance in a ring -
And Morgan le Fay will sadly say,
“We’ve started a terrible thing
Oh, begun a terrible thing.”

We’ll give you a day like you never had
A day of praises, joy and mirth -
Far better than tying yourself to that lad
A day for Mother Earth
Just to celebrate Mother Earth.

We’ll dress you in green; we’ll dress you in brown,
We’ll polish your lakes, from swords make ploughs,
And braid wildflowers into your crown -
And berries for your brow,
Gather berries for your brow.

And Sheelah-na-Gig will jig for joy,
The fairies will dance in a ring -
And Morgan le Fay will gravely say,
“We’ve avoided a terrible thing
Oh, escaped a terrible thing.”

But oh, my darlings, sad to say,
She wed the warrior bold and brave.
His sons forced all our maids away,
Ripping minerals from the caves,
Raping iron and oil from our caves.

So we went down to Troytown,
One cold and bitter winter’s day -
And danced into the Maizey Wheel,
And never came out again,
Not for five thousand years and a day.

And Sheelah-na-Gig is forced to church,
The fairies are no longer near.
And Morgan le Fay’s called bitch and whore,
There’s no place for the Lady here,
No, no place for the Lady here.


Now the dragon paths are trod again,
The veils are lifting from our eyes -
As earthen mother breaks her chains,
Flicks the warriors off like flies,
Flicks the warriors off like flies.

We’ll dress her in green; we’ll dress her in brown,
And polish her lakes, from swords make ploughs,
And braid wildflowers into her crown -
With berries for her brow,
Yes, to bind around her brow.

And Sheelah-na-Gig will jig for joy,
The fairies will dance in a ring -
And Morgan le Fay will gladly say,
“Our mother is everything
Mother Earth is everything.”

And Sheelah-na-Gig will jig for joy,
The fairies will dance in a ring -
And Morgan le Fay will sing all day,
“Our mother is everything
Mother Earth is everything.”

©2004, Geraldine Charles


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