dVerse, Poetry

going underground

Tonight I am host at the Bar and I am offering up the prompt ‘underground’


twice routed by the Milesians

by cunning and by guile

the time of the Tuatha De Danann

came to a close

of sorts


and so it was

Eireann was divided up

half by half

above by below

Earth by Sky


and so it was

that the Amergins

chose above

and the light

leaving the Tuatha De Danann

to move subterranean

to the dark


and so it was

into the deep green Earth they went

led through the gateways of old

by Manannán, God of the sea

unseen by mortal eyes

cloaked in Danthe Faeth Fiadha


and so it was

in time they became the Sidhe


underground they remain


whispering their tales

and singing their songs

to those who have ears


and catching and holding

those who do not


For a more complete history of the Tuatha De Danann and the other races of Ireland follow this link to The Book of Invasions

Scribbles, Spirituality

Doe, A Deer, A Female Deer: The Spirit of Mother Christmas

Wonderful blog…for Dear Deers everywhere xxx



In the ancient nature religions (in which the divine was often perceived as feminine) it was the female horned reindeer who reigned as the great goddess of the north and she was much associated with winter solstice. It was when we “Christianized” the pagan traditions of winter, that the white bearded man i.e. “Father Christmas” was born.

Today he chariots Rudolph and his steed of flying reindeer across our mythical skies and we have forgotten the power of the Deer Mother, the female horned Reindeer. Stronger and larger than the buck, it is she who leads the herds.

And it is her beloved image that adorns the Christmas cards and Yule decorations we are so familiar with today. Because, unlike the male who sheds his antlers in winter, it is the Deer Mother, who flies through winter’s longest darkest night with life-giving light of the sun in her horns.

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Half way there

Ligo Haibun Challenge

Word Prompt: Connected

Dancing along a line of age that the Wu Li Masters found. Here I am with one foot in the Mythos and the other in the Logos. I can stand this now. I am a vessel for connection. It is not and never has been about ME. Balanced upon this spiritual silver thread that runs from the no beginning to the no end, I open myself to the mystical, to the Mythical, to the Sith*, secure in the knowledge that my feet are planted, nay rooted in this green and pleasant land.My heart calls me to be in service to all and to the Earth.It bursts with joy and I step out in search of connection across this Rhythmbridge that I have built with my own soul.

Half a life to make

A vessel that is a bridge

Dancing the Fey over

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The aos sí is the Irish term for a supernatural race in Irish mythology and Scottish mythology, (usually spelled Sìth and pronounce shee) comparable to the fairies or elves.

They are said to live underground in fairy mounds, across the western sea, or in an invisible world that coexists with the world of humans. In Irish literature the people of the mounds are also called daoine sídhe: in Scottish mythology they are daoine sìth.

They are variously said to be the ancestors, the spirits of nature, or goddesses and gods.

Artwork by Brian Froud