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Rocky Woods

There is a place by my home called Rocky Woods.  I took a trip over there because it is such a peaceful place and one can be with all the Elements in one place.  It’s a very powerful place to kindle a Fire of inspiration.  There are picnic tables on the shores of a pond in a clearing of tall pines.  It’s a densely wooded area which is protected by the Trustees of Reservations.  My fiance and I go there just to be in Nature and relax.  We take books to read and our journal.  Yesterday was a beautiful day so I decided to pen a poem based on what I observed yesterday at Rocky Woods.

Rocky Woods

The gentle warm breeze tickles the pond

With its little white hats

The water shares an image

Telling a story of the past

The dragonflies dance

Like graceful ballroom dancers

The frogs let their song be heard

Though not to be found

The pines stand tall and proud

A sentry of serenity

Songs of summer bountiful and true

Carried in the winds

To the wise listeners


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In Druidry the four elements are sacred.  Druids work with the elements each and every day.  In each one of us possesses traits of each element; some more dominant than others.  As for myself Fire, Air, and Water are equally noticeable.  Earth is the element that I need to incorporate more into my life.  For me it’s just a bit difficult to connect to this element.  Every day I work hard to bring Earth into my being.  I am starting to do more crystal work to connect with the powers of Earth.  I am also starting to walk barefoot amongst my yard to feel the Earth’s energy.  I am trying to allow Earth to ground me and to absorb any negative energy I may have on any given day.  I am sure eventually that I will connect deeper with this element to enrich my life even more.

I wrote a simple poem this morning about the elements.  I wanted to give one insight into what each element can do for us on a daily basis.  Again, this is just one aspect of what each element can bring.

Elemental Bliss

I am the wind

That liberates

I am the water

That heals

I am the land

That nurtures

I am the flame

That inspires

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Ok, so I decided to do some research on Gaelic Bardic poetry and the guidelines to write such poetry.  I found one form of this Bardic poetry, that on the surface seemed easy enough.  However, upon trying to compose this poem, proved much more difficult than I thought it would be.

As most of you know, the Druids passed on knowledge through their poetry.  This was passed down orally.  I can see the reasoning behind these patterns.  Once someone mastered the patterns it would allow you to memorize more easily.  This left me thinking that I am sure the Druids did not title their poems.  Rather they memorized the poems and searched for the magic and knowledge hidden in the poetry.  Naming a poem to me would have been to reveal the secrets they shared.  Obviously, I have not done research on this at all, but it’s a thought that entered my mind.

The particular style of Gaelic Bardic poetry I researched had the following guidelines:

1. Four line stanzas of two couplets each

2. Each line seven syllables

3. Last syllable of first line rhymes with third syllable of second line

4. Last syllable of third line rhymes with third syllable of fourth line

5. Last syllable of fourth line rhymes with last syllable of second line

I thought, easy enough pattern to follow.  The difficult part is composing poetry using these guidelines and sticking to one subject and having it make any sense whatsoever.  You have to choose words wisely, but still maintain the meaning behind the poem.  All of a sudden you become very restricted.

The poem I composed is only four stanzas.  I started to write about the power of the element of Fire, but quickly turned into a poem about the Goddess Brigid.  I don’t know how this happened, it just did.  I think Brigid was watching, and since she is the keeper of the flame, decided that she wanted this poem penned about her.

Below is my first attempt.


I am the flame bright and true

Burn for you will I always

Well of wisdom and healing

Revealing to those of our ways

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I am trying my hand at this poetry thing.  I know poetry can be both magical and insightful to those who unlock its secrets.  The Bards were well-versed in poetry and those who listened were filled with inspiration.  I believe poetry was and is a very magical tool. All my poetry is Druid influenced.   I am extremely critical of my work.  I think once I let go of my self-criticism I will then unlock the true potential of poetry’s magic.  Who knows, maybe I will contact a publisher.  It’s worth an effort at least.  Here is my latest short poem:

Spring Morning

Mist blankets the field

Like a mother swaddles child

Robin sings her morning song

Calling forth the Sun

Orange glow illuminating

Moon begins her rest

Gentle breeze carries sweetness

Of spring waking the spirit

The Maples dance

A scene of serenity

Only Gods can paint

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Bardic Review

I have finally finished my Bardic review and I have sent it off to my tutor.  The Ovate grade hopefully awaits me at the other end.  The air is still today, but hopefully the winds of change will arrive soon, to signify the beginning of a new chapter of my Druid study.

I decided in the spirit of the Bard to author a poem that speaks to my journey to this point.  Here it is:

Cauldron Born

From the cauldron I drink

Journeying to the womb of the Earth

Darkness surrounds me

In darkness I discover truth

Light emerges to show the way

I come out from the deep

Calm moonlit pond awaits me

Gazing into the depths of the waters

Cupped hands I sip the water

Feeling life born again

The Goddess flows through my body

Like a waterfall feeds the river

Currents of life flow through me

Gentle cool winds rustle the Oaks

The winds of change I sense

I breathe in deeply feeling free

Worries carried away by the winds

The fire is lit flames true and bright

The fire inside burns

I am inspired by its words of passion

I realize where I have been brought

Sacred Grove of Dynnu

Where the Gods and Goddesses dwell

Where the Elements feed my spirit

Where the ancient Druids teach their ways

In song and prose

Born again into a new old world

Am I




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