Surprise! This was my big plan. I’m a few weeks behind, but I propose to catch up. I’ve attempted a few times in the past to do the PBP, and have always met with failure. This is because I have already tried to copy some of the great pagan bloggers, and write essays and beautiful rhetorics, and explain my beliefs in a public way.
But that’s not who I am, and that’s not how I work. I work in prose and poesy. I take words, wonderful words and wind them up and down the lines on the page like magic. I take meter, and throw it out of the window, in favour of alliteration, allegories, and whimsy.
So that’s how I’m going to do this year’s Pagan Blog Project.
Starting with Artemis, who is the heart of my heart.
through the forest
her feet lingering in the loam
as laughter from the lips of the wind
and joy from the mouths of the moss
caress her, howling
the wild of the night
and the smell of the hunt are hers.
Her wolves they –
– bark, growl and hiss
as antlers peak through the leaves…
(Precision and power)
a gift to the stag from the sister of the sun,
whose very heartbeat is an offering.
Of blood to the mouths of the moss,
Of breath to the lips of the wind,
Of soul to the sex of the universe,
who accept such gifts greedily.