Poetry Blogs (folk lore)

folk lore (Remove filter)

Popular last 30 days

Recent Comments

Philipos on BUCK (1 hour ago)

Martin Elder on Painting in the air (5 hours ago)

Binte Afroz on Free Palestine 🇵🇸 (6 hours ago)

Philipos on BIRDSONG (6 hours ago)

Stephen Atkinson on Headlights (6 hours ago)

Stephen Gospage on Headlights (8 hours ago)

Stephen Gospage on Mr Frost (8 hours ago)

Stephen Gospage on Colours (8 hours ago)

Binte Afroz on Solace in the storm (9 hours ago)

John Coopey on THE TIME I SAVED WESTERN DEMOCRACY FROM COMMUNISM (10 hours ago)

NEW ALBUM: 'Crow Lore' by THE CROWS OF ALBION

I have been posting poems during lockdown based on the concept taken from a much earlier poem called 'Cycle Of The Scarecrow' a fantasy piece which tells the tale of a scarecrow who is brought back to life by a witch and walks the fields of Albion. It is a reflection on the changing seasons and of growing old - and the premise of 'what if I had my time again?
It was released today as a digital do...

Read and leave comments (1)

crowlorefantasyfolkfolk lorehorrormusicnew albumreligionrock

The Raising Of The Trickster

The Raising Of The Trickster

 

When the western sky turns slowly into the colour of an old bruise

And the last orange streaks of daylight bleed from the setting sun

A cold white vapour swirls through the fields of corn its fingers prising apart the stalks

As the lands of Albion darken and strange noises start to crawl from the mist.

 

At the edge of the fields there sprawls a ...

Read and leave comments (2)

CrowLorefolk lorefolk talegothicmythprophecyredemptionscarecrowtrickster

Apothecary

Apothecary

 

Beneath the ancient gallows tree

There sits an old apothecary

Where deep within its ancient rooms

Resides an old man selling ‘shrooms

That he has harvested from soil

Of graveyards where the serpents coil

And if the ache screams in your joints

Just follow where the way-marker points.

 

The place smells of dust and moist mildew

And the foul dark liqui...

Read and leave comments (1)

apothecarycurefolk lorehealingmythnatural highprice to pay

Blood Moon

Blood Moon

“Sweet Katarina, dance for me”,
said the man with the black balloon,
whose face looked rather like a wolf
if glanced in the back of a spoon -
and for each dance she did for him
he would pass her another string
with a midnight helium ball
tied on to its end with a ring.

She danced until her little hands
were full of the magical twine
and the villagers all agreed
they’d ne...

Read and leave comments (0)

blood moonchild abductiondark fairy talefolk lorelossmagicrichpixtemptationwolf

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message