The Path

This poem was written for Sue Dudley, one of the winners of a competition during the Pagan Federation Beltane Online Festival. Sue was happy for me to share the poem that she inspired. I just never got around to it until now! I am very disorganised… Sue gave me some ideas and told me a little about her life, and this is the poem that resulted from that. Thanks Sue, you were a great muse.

The Path

Of all the steps we take
The first step is the hardest
And I’ve taken mine
I’ve crossed the line
Into wonders wyrd and wild.

The dog, the man and I
Moving closer to the green
With fruit so sweet
And veg, and meat,
From our hills, ours hands; our lands.

A life of magic calls
The world laid out before me
Seasons turn
While passions burn
Beneath the Lord and Lady’s gaze.

My wishes manifesting,
Under Welsh skies, blue and grey
Woodland scenes
Sparkling streams
A far cry from the concrete maze.

My journey starts anew,
Walking with my ancestors, so proud
A path so new
But cutting through
The fog of all that went before.

A laugh within my soul
Which leaps, and reaches for the sky
My gods look on
And watch upon
My world; my change; my chance;
See my spirit soar.

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