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Along the Crooked Path
Along the Crooked Path
Along the crooked path we walk
Harmonizing with birdsong as we talk
We wander along a sun-dappled path
Through forests’ edge to meadows ahead
Summer’s sweet kiss gives warmth to the land
My steps now guided by a nice young lad
His lass bore a child before they wed
This the town folk would not understand
Beside my cottage now a cabin stands
He says he wants to be a conjure man
The garden blossoms as our family grows
All the herbs have been hung and dried
Horse and cow in the barn by the shed
I shall tell the children a story tonight
As they tuck into bed with the moonrise
I steal away and into the night
My heart and hands reach up high
I sing a song of sorrow and joy
Though my hearth now brims with love
The craft I work is still a road for one
Along the crooked path I walk
~ By Juniper 2009
RePost: The Crooked Path
Because its my blog and I’ll post what I want to. Also because I have received requests to write a sequel so it is on my mind. What shall happen to our heroine?
The Crooked Path
Alone I walk the crooked path
A heavy basket upon my back
Through moonlit groves to home at last
Guided by dimming stars above my head
Through the valley and around the bend
With eager eyes do I see the gate ahead
Behind me lays the farmer’s hedge
Beyond the hill does my cottage stand
Away from village lights and prying eyes
I work a craft they cannot understand
My garden beckons while my dog does growl
Heavy basket goes into potting shed
Herbs to be hung with morning light
It is the stew pot that I seek tonight
Dog gets fed and cow is checked
I lay me down upon a lonely bed
I dare to dream of a village-life lived
With a family and a loving husband
But the life I lead is a road for one
In a creaking home blasted with cold drafts
Alone I walk the crooked path
~ by Juniper 2008
Death Came by Last Night
Death came by last night
The pup wasn’t thriving, he was barley eating
Puggy Sue kept pushing him away from her other babes
She looked at me with sad, calm eyes
We did the best we could, we tried everything
But the wee pup wasn’t thriving, he wasn’t growing
Finally, I went to bed
I woke in the dead of the night and went to Puggy Sue
The pup wasn’t thriving; he was barley alive
Puggy Sue had pushed him a way and buried him in a blanket
I wrapped him more gently and tucked him in the corner of the pen
Puggy Sue looked at me with sad, calm eyes
I went back to bed
I did not light a candle
I left the whiskey in the bottle on the counter
I did not fill the bowl
I did not leave an offering for Death
For gratitude for mercy, to appease, to beg to leave
I went to bed
I did not bribe the ferryman
I was so very tired; it was so very late at night
I woke with the sun and buried the babe
Then went to the kitchen for a cup of tea
My mother had… Continue reading →
The Last Litter
The Last Litter
This is the last litter you will ever have
The last labour you will have to face
The last dead pup you will try to save
If I could, I’d take your pain
One more time dear
Take a breath that’s deep
One last litter of puppies
For your god and master – man
Never again will you be cold
Or left at night all alone
Never will you be dirty and matted
Or allowed to be emaciated
One more litter
One last time
Brave little Momma
With deep brown eyes
When your babies are old enough
They will go to loving homes
They will sleep in children’s beds
And never know the pain you had
When this last litter has grown and gone
We will find you a loving home
A sweet old man who needs a friend
Or a sad widow who will return your love
No more hunger
No more fear
This to you
I do so swear
Dentists Can Be Witches
Dentists Can Be Witches
Oh Paganism
Oh Witchcraft
I love thee so
Go mainstream dears
And let the masses Know
Let dentists be Witches
Fight for freedom and equality
And all that good stuff
But oh
My heart and soul
Do not ever, never, no
Oh Paganism
Oh Witchcraft
Become too mainstream
Too good
Too sweet
Oh no
Yes we must be family friendly
And not scare the muggles too much
But don’t be afraid to swear
Or wear purple hair
Or dress in renaissance clothes
Just keep quiet about it
When you dance nude in the woods
Or sacrifice a toad
Let our faith, our Craft
Have light, shadows
And the dark also
For if
Oh dears
Should the Soccer Moms ever rule over
My faith and my Craft
I shall have to lead an uprising
And you don’t want me to do that
Oh no
~ Juniper 2009
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