As I awoke this morning,
a purple haze was in my head,
and trouble had made its way behind
the headboard of my bed.
my eyes couldn't see the moonbeams
that traveled here and there,
and knots and buried memories
were tangled in my hair.
when skies are grey and shadowed,
how can we continue still,
how will we ever be able to swallow
this jagged little pill.
a home ia always empty
when tears are used for words,
a cage is not a pleasant place
for tiny little birds,
beyond the far horizon lives hope
and the happy place
where my true home lies waiting
with joy, peace and grace.

Welcome home,
you've come back to stay,
I was so sad when you went away,
it seems your room is still in tact,
the way you left it to be exact.
Your hair has gotton grey it seems,
nevermind, your eyes have gleems,
and the way your mouth curls up to speak,
I cannot help but take a peek.
I've kept my heart safe for you,
and to your spirit I have been true,
I spoke to you everyday,
I knew you heard what I had to say,
I saw your face fresh in my mind,
and recalled the words that were hard to find.
But I found your name on the tip of my tounge,
there it hadf remained since I was young,
So Welcome back my long lost love,
be comfy and rest, I'll light the stove,
with inscense and prayers to finish the day,
We'll drink good cheer with nothing to say.
Welcome Home......

In The Heart of Africa

I have been to the heart of Africa,
my words cannot explaine,
the visions that I've seen,
nor how to catch the rain.

I've ridden upon an elephant,
and smelled the orchid wild,
placed a flower on the head,
of a sleeping child.

The earth was solid and grassy,
the trees they do grow free,
the sea was blue and glassy,
with fish and all that be.

While eating stems and rootberries,
I had a vision true,
that I was the great Madonna,
and my love was you.

We traveled through the air,
flying above the ground,
but I awoke in a thunderstorm,
without you around.

Someday I will go back to paradise,
to sit under the big willow tree,
to play upon the sitar,
and together we will be.

In Bubbleland

There was a princess, born fine and fair,
golden, glossy, grew her hair,
and oh, how fine she felt.
Along the path to grown up world,
she came upon a frog,
he led her down the garden path,
into a deep, deep bog.
up to her knees, in mud so thick,
she had to make ,
a decision quick.

She told the frog to leave her be,
for on her way the prince to see,
the frog was in despair,
he would not give up,
instead he bit her on the neck.
a scar she bore,
so off to war,
with the frog of Tyre,
He cried, he begged,
and laid an egg,
of course he was a lier.

From the hole in her neck, came fairies,
and never would it close,
they teased and taunted her daily,
haunted her dreams, I suppose.
As the Princess grew older,
more weary she became,
her hair began to darken,
her spirit much the same.

She dragged a heavy burden,
around her neck like a stone,
she was bitter, and hateful,
very much alone.
she spoke in undertones,
no music would she hear,
she kept all to herself,
not letting no one near.

Soon old she became,
still no one came,
she dare not cry or worry,
she brought it upon herself,
she took a frog as companion,
so she became an elf.

The old Princess lives in Bubbleland,
brewing cauldrons on a fire,
with herbs and batwing potions,
in sparkling attire.
There's one ingrediant she waits for,
found only in the bog,
it's green and warty, and bitter,
it's heart of lying frog.

The First Day of the Year

I've asked you all to be here,
for the first day of the year,
to celebrate new life,
to live without any fear.
I hope to have a spell or two,
one for me, and one for you.

First of all it's formal,
this dinner that I've made,
we'll all be at our best,
the table will be laid.
with candles, cups and silver,
a flower, an apple and a pear,
upon our breast a golden sash,
each one of us will wear.

The shimmering lights will show,
dancing couples graceful steps.
lovelights in their eyes,
into the hearts depths.
we'll toast a merry yuletide,
and a solstice great.
no more the pranksters merriment.
will cause a trying wait.

When everyone has had their fill,
Gwion will bring us mead.
as we sit and rest our souls,
the animals will feed.
And as the evening draws to dawn,
all magic is worked in peace,
with the year in infancy,
there will be a new release.

So come and join us presently,
and sing a merry tune,
another solstice won't be here,
until the month of June.

Blessed Be,

Glenda Goodwitch,
Bubbleland Castle

Welcome to the dream world
we all shall enter in,
you don't need to be invited,
the door will open freely,
you will see all of the beauty,
you will hear the music play.
you won't be back till morning,
you all will have to stay.

In this world there is flying,
and eating great feast and wines,
there will be honored guest,
we won't know who to find.
the trail will lead to nowhere,
the road is in the bay,
if you are not careful,
you'll surely loose your way.

The animals they can talk,
but people they can not,
things are not what they appear to be,
cold will feel quite hot.
And just when things get hairy,
you'll find yourself back home,
only to start over,
not knowing where to roam.

A butterfly will lead you,
the moon will be your light,
whenever you go left,
you'll end up on the right.
The water will be waist deep,
but never will ye drown,
the teacher will be watching,
having a face of a clown.

When all is said and done,
and time is overdue,
we'll end up where we started,
with just a scratch or two.
Never fear my darling,
it's all in good fun,
alone you're not frightened,
because theres only one.

Blessed Be,

November

A golden roasted pheasant,
sits upon a china dish,
sweet potatoe dumplings,
a broken loaf of wheat,
with lucious plump red berries, all saucy in a bowl.
Standing on a platform, a nutcake bunted so.

You're invited to the Harvest,
and this shall be the mode,
a smile, a thankful manner,
and formal gown of gold.

We all shall have a tophat,
with black scarves and a watch.
A shawl and fine flowers,
to wear upon our breast.
Your hair must be upswept,
and everything in place.
For this is the Harvest Dinner,
the best of this years take.

When arriving you will be greated,
and given a lucky charm,
appetizers will be ready,
and the fire will be warm.

The children will be singing,
a lovely, happy tune.
We'll dance in the ballroom,
until it reaches noon.

Then we'll gather in a circle,
and praise the Goddess much,
ribbons will be given,
with a magic touch.

When the meal is in full fashion,
and everyone is here,
the elders will tell stories,
we all shall gather near.

The babies, they'll be sleeping,
The children tuckered out.
The teens are roasting Hazel Sticks,
and laughing round about.

The grownups they all love it,
That's why they're thankful so.
The look that's in their eyes,
will never ever go.

When midnight comes the wind will howl,
and also the timberwolves.
Beds and teas are waiting,
with quilts piled to the roofs.

Nightshirts are in the wardrobe,
a bedwarmer placed for you.
Goodnight a dream is waiting,
until the morning dew.

With hotcakes at the break of dawn,
and then a goodby kiss,
horse and buggy on the lawn,
awaits a day like this.

A thank you,
and a parting smile,
a basket of buns,
to last awhile.

We'll see you at Yule,
till then adiou,
don't forget,
we love you.

RSVP
Over The River and Through The Woods,
at Grandmas House,

Blessed Be,
Allyssum Wildcraft