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The Fabled Hare by Maddy Prior

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“THE FABLED HARE” By Maddy Prior

I shall go until a hare / Wi sorrow and sick mickle care
I shall goe in the devil’s name / An while I come home again.

I am ruled by the moon, I move under her mantle.
I am the symbol of her moods, of rebirth cycle.
I am companion to the gods, I can conceive while I’m pregnant.
I call the dawn and spring in, I am the advent.
I bring life from water in a cup that must be broken.
I whisper to the bursting egg, I’m Aestre’s token.

Scent of dog, scent of man.
Closer, closer, smell them coming.
Hot breath, hot death.
Closer, closer, hard the running.
Tongues pant, hearts thump.
Closer, closer, through the fields.
Teeth snap, Bones crack.
Closer, closer, at my heels.
Nearer yet and nearer.
I can feel the poacher’s knife.
He is running for his dinner.
I am running for my life.

Wynter wakeneth al my care
nou this leues waxeth bare
Ofte y sike ant mourne sare
When hit cometh in my thoht
Of this worldes joie hou hit geth al to noht.

Man sprays no weeds.
The scythe cuts, the corn bleeds.
Leverets trapped in a harvest blade.
Tis the time of man the hare said.
Here’s the tractor, here’s the plough.
And where do we go now?
We’ll lie in forms as still as the dead.
In the open fields the hare said.
No cover but the camouflage
From the winter’s wild and bitter rage.
All our defense is in our legs.
We run like the wind the hare said.

I’ve been cursed, I’ve been despised
As a witch with darkest powers
I sall goe until a hare
I’ve been hunted, trapped and punished
In these my darkest hours
Wi sorrow and such mickle care.
I’ve been thrown into the fire
But I do not fear it
I sall goe until a hare.
It purifies and resurrects
And I can bear it
Wi sorrow and such mickle care.
I have outrun dogs and foxes
And I’ve dodged the tractor wheels
I sall goe until a hare
I’ve survived you persecution
And your ever-changing fields
Wi sorrow and such mickle care.
I will run and run forever
Where the wild fields are mine
I sall go until a hare
I’m a symbol of endurance
Running through the mists of time
Wi sorrow and such mickle care.

Miscellaneous Musings...

Ostara – Spring Song By Lisa Thiel

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Ostara – Spring Song
By Lisa Thiel
Chorus:
Praise to the Spring, Praise to all living things
Praise to the Maiden and the joy that she brings
Praise to the Earth let all her creatures now sing
Hope is renewed with the coming of the Spring

We turn from the darkness and the wise Crone within
We turn to the Maiden and creation begins
It’s a time for things growing and time now for flowing
A time now for sowing the seeds of your dreams.

(Chorus)

The heart fires are stirring with the new life returning
Its time now for learning what rebirth truly means
We honor ourselves and all the faeries and elves
May we dance and ring bells for the coming of the Spring!

(Chorus)

So open your heart to natures wondrous art.
Its time now to start the Healing of the Green.
Young rabbits abound and there’s flowers all around
The air is filled with the Sound of the Coming of the Spring!

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