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.