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The Stag King Cometh

Stag King!

Lord of the grove

God of the good green Earth

Beneath my feet

Hear my call

And answer me

With heart in hand

And soul on sleeve

I call to thee

Cernnunos!

Come to me!

Come to me!

*

Join me here in this place

This sacred space

By well and rock

In green grove

Of cedar and larch

Aspen and rowan

Elder and rose

Oh great god

I call to thee

Cernnunos!

Come to me!

Come to me!

*

I hear the rustling of the leaves

The chorus of bird song

The wind picks ups

And then dies again

I feel it in the Land

Rushing towards me

Sending shockwaves through my bones

The wild god!

He comes!

He comes!

*

With cloven foot he comes to me

The whole world shivers

With each sacred foot step

I tremble with terror and desire

Nipples harden and strain

Against the soft fabric of my dress

The lover!

He comes!

He comes!

*

The air is filled with a kind of thunder

I shake and shiver in anticipation

Quaking like the leaves on the trees

That surround me

Crowned seven times

With seven tines

He towers over me

The lord of the woods!

He has come!

He has come!

*

Silent as snowfall

He gazes at me with the eyes of a hunter

It is not until the wetness runs from my face

Onto my hands

Do I realise that I weep

Oh Herne!

He has come!

He has come!

*

Pale flesh

And white hide

Dark antlers

And deep eyes

The Lord has come

The hunter!

He is here!

He is here!

*

With the breath of new spring

And the promise of winter’s death

He blesses me

I bow before him

Afraid to speak

There is no need

He sees into the heart of me

Oh great god!

He is here!

He is here!

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About Juniper

Most folks call me Juniper, my friends call me Juni. I am thirty years old but eternally youthful.

I have been a farmer and a city girl, a homesteader and a wanderer. I have worked in animal rescue and occult shops, art galleries, liquor stores and bead shops.

I have been practising Paganism and Witchcraft for 15 years. I am not an Elder, nor guru. I am just a messy little Hedgewitch who speaks her mind.

I hunt in thrift store jungles and gather in the wildwoods. I practice in groves and ditches, hedgerows and sea shores, basements and vacant lots.

This is my journal. It will have funny bits, rants, ramblings, ideas, poetry and more ... Take it as you please. I suggest reading with your tongue firmly in cheek.

Email: juniper@walkingthehedge.net
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