Call to the Crones


Where are the owls Blodeuwedd? Called into the smoky trees of Summer? Calling in the daytime. Songs of desolation. Where are the hares? The horses? Epona? The chalky grassland has abandoned them.   We, The Wild Ones must, In Spirit, gather now. Leave the gardens And the fenced off fields. Here, on the fore shore …

The Forever Trees of the First Forest


There’s a tree, some say, at the heart of all the worlds. Its roots wind down into the ashes of the past and its branches reach into future skies. At the centre of a grove at the heart of the first of all forests, this titanic world tree binds the essences of That-Which-Was, That-Which-Is and …