Love, Loss, and the Occult
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Under a Hawthorn

At the base of a hawthorn tree,
Old and slightly bent,
I saw a ring of fungi growing,
Red with white spots lent.

Dusk was fast falling,
The moon was already in view,
The steady drip of rain glimmered
On the mushrooms, sparkling drops like dew.

I crossed myself twice,
And silently followed the ley
Until I stopped just short
Of the enchanted ring of fae.

Circling, circling—nine times right,
I waited with the primrose in the glen.
Then she appeared, a tiny thing with wings,
Much smaller than any image I had up to then.

I deemed to whisper low,
My heart racing in glee,
I was almost afraid to ask her favor
In case she was prone to flee.

“Please help me, O faery
Of sparkling eyes and honey hair…”
Before I could speak another word
She disappeared into her lair.

No longer was I in Eire
Under a hawthorn tree,
No, now I lay upon my bed
As lonesome as can be.

The faery world is one of old
Long and often sung,
A world not to be disturbed,
The land of Tuatha De Danann.

Dena L Moore
December 8, 2001
This poem is included in my collection, Burning Constellations


Fae Magick & Myth Notes:

Tuatha De Danann (pronounced Too-ah day Dawn-nann) are a race of Irish Faeries who at one time were semi-humans.  The Tuatha De Danann invaded Ireland and conquered the other faery races.  The name means "people of the goddess Dana."  Dana is the original Great Mother, although over the centuries she has been renamed Brigid.  Dana is a goddess of many things, including poetry and music.

A ley is a faery path that links the earth with other sites of power.

Hawthorn and Blackthorn are the traditional faery trees.
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