Off and on over the last few years, I've posted book reviews and book related posts on various blogs. They have always been mixed in with my other posts, just as my poetry often was. A little over a year ago, I moved my poetry posting to Muninn's Laughter, to have it all in one place. I've now done so with my esoteric book related posts as well. I have imported the posts I have of that nature from both Blogger and LiveJournal, and plan to post more reviews and book related posts in the future. The new blog is Tomes of Lore, Grimoires of Wisdom.
For reference, here are my blogs and webpages:
Across the Abyss (General):
http://muninnskiss.wordpress.com (WordPress - Mirror of Blogger)
http://muninnskiss.livejournal.com (LiveJournal - Try to post everything here)
http://muninnskiss.tumblr.com (Tumblr - Miscellaneous)
http://tradwitch.com/component/option,com_myblog/blogger,muninnskiss/Itemid,38/ (Blog on The Traditionalist Witches Companion)
Muninns's Laughter ( Esoteric Poetry):
http://muninnslaughter.wordpress.com (WordPress - Mirror of Blogger)
http://muninnslaughter.tumblr.com (Tumblr - Mirror of Blogger)
http://hellopoetry.com/-muninns-kiss/ (Hello Poetry - Mirror of Blogger)
Tomes of Lore, Grimoires of Wisdom (Esoteric Books):
http://grimoiresofwisdom.wordpress.com (WordPress - Mirror of Blogger)
http://www.despoena.org (Home of Arcadian Mysteries)
Wednesday, 27 June 2012
Sunday, 24 June 2012
By Muninn's Kiss
The leaves are coming, slowly budding,
The Aspen catkins are long past gone,
But on each willow branch buds are forming,
Pussy willows stand and face the dawn.
A world reborn, each day grows older,
A thousand branches each reborn,
The willows wait in pools of water,
On banks and marshes, low but full.
The barron winter is long past gone,
New life that started from the thaw,
Each branch, each tip, each growing twig,
The pussy willow cotton has come again.
The Aspen Moon has fled the world,
The Willow full and full of life,
Soon it will go as all moons do,
And the Willow Moon a lost memory.
A Beltaine Poem
By Muninn's Kiss
The wakened sleeper clothed in gold,
Warmed with Spring and rising sun,
Drapped in green and newborn leaf,
Who once had died but rose again.
Golden scales and raven hair,
Skin of blue and feathers fair,
Who began a journey by candler's flame,
And rose in glory in first leaf's show.
In comes his Bride the fair Corn Maid,
Whose blackened veil now glowing white,
Grass stains on her small bare feet,
And bloodied sword upon her back.
The dancers dance and singers sing,
Risen lord and laughing queen,
The snow has melted and green grows strong,
Winter then Spring give way to sun.
Veil of white over golden hair,
A cotton dress with playful tears,
Small feet dance as if on air,
She laughs in joy at his peacock flair.
Round they spin just like the year,
Celebrating life and new found love,
Love reborn from past the grave,
Youth and Maiden, lust and joy.
The time has come to start again,
A marriage feast and strong bond hands,
New life, new love, all is born,
Eternal love, past Death's cold hand.
Around the pole the ribbons fly,
Dancing round in lustful fun,
In honor to the fair Corn Maid,
And Peacock Lord reborn again.
Saturday, 23 June 2012
By Muninn's Kiss
Oh, sweet lover,
How I adore you,
Yet how I dread you.
The lose of you,
Would be my death,
I need you more than life.
We dance around,
The dance of life,
You warn and I ignore.
But sometimes dear,
I heed your call,
And that is why I live.