Chalice Well, Chalice Well Gardens, Glastonbury, 2010

Our Lady

White Lady of the wells
Whisper to me
Healing spirit
Cleansing waters
Seeping through my skin

Red Lady, our Rose Queen
Singing softly
Songs of longing
Passions spreading
Fill my heart with love

Black Lady of the Night
Shadows linger
Hiding secrets
Black suede fingers
Combing through my soul

Our Lady Crescent Crowned
Moonlight Goddess
Shines so brightly
Ever changing
Season’s cyclic guide

Be with us
Awaken us
Help us to see
And to be all we can be

Our Lady Crescent Crowned
Our Crescent Crowned Goddess

Listen to the song

© A M Hunter 2014

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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