Hello, my friends!
Two weeks in a row we are exploring the subject of trees in my poems. Must be something to do with the changes of autumn? Hmm.
This week we explore the White Lady of Celtic origin… the birch tree.
Her white bark is distinctive and was oft thought in ancient times to ward off evil, especially around Samhain, when the Veil between the mortal and immortal worlds was at its thinnest.
Return with me to this holy place. To the cathedral of the forest.
And please let me know your thoughts/feelings about this poem in the Comments Section below.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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woodland grace
meet me in the forest
where the White Lady waits
heal me ‘long the lakeside
‘midst silv’ry sussing manes
oh, to be ‘mongst the trees
in hallowed woodland grace
veiled safe from calumny
where malice has no face
where sanctity holds reign
praise conveyed by birdsong
moves the soul to display
such blithesome tears erelong
let us fade into moss
bound handfast to the birch
nourished by Her tears and song
renounce life’s senseless search
Such beautiful verse and song like quality with its rhyme and diction…lovely poem, my friend…
Cheers, PS! Thank you SO much, my friend. 🌳🙏🏻🍷🌹
I would like to disappear into moss. I support the green burial movement. Just put me in the ground to rot, no box necessary. Life’s senseless search also speaks to me. Why do we have this endless quest to improve ourselves? Evocative poem Pat!
As always, love your comments, Naomi. Thank you, my friend! 🌳🙏🏻🍷🤍🌹✨
Very lyrical poem and so evocative. I am lucky to live near forests with plenty of birch trees – ‘The Lady of the Woods. ‘ it’s great to be among them.
Thanks so much for the kind comments, Steven. You are lucky indeed! 🙏🏻🤍🍷✨
Beautiful
Thanks so much, Julie! 🙏🏻🌹🍷✨