Ywen

Ywen
dark guardian
guardian of Annwn

Ywen
dark guardian
guardian of souls

Ywen
dark guardian
guardian of mystery

Ywen
dark guardian
guardian of us all

Hey Ivy

Hey ivy,
Hey-ey-ey-ey ivy
Life force of this valley
Immortal green

Hey ivy,
Hey-ey-ey-ey ivy
Arriving from mystery
In a chorus of leaves

Hey ivy,
Hey-ey-ey-ey ivy
She gives us shelter
Beneath her palisades

Hey ivy,
Hey-ey-ey-ey ivy
She feeds us berries
When trees are bleak

Hey ivy,
Hey-ey-ey-ey ivy
We sing her praise songs
With ardent beaks

The Wild Ivy

‘The Wild Thyme is Los’s messenger to Eden, a mighty Demon
Terrible deadly and poisonous.’
– William Blake Milton

 

 

 

 

A traveler,
Twisting outward from eternity.
Hedera helix spiral climbing,
Subtle fibres root the earth, pierce the tree.
Vines entwine an embracing strangle,
Mighty deadlock pulsing path of evergreen.

A traveler
On a long journey,
Cordate faces look out to see.
Draping decoration wraps the valley
Pervading everything with ivy’s mystery

Hanging tendrils sing deafening resonations:
“Joy-lament the world you fail to see!”
I can see you’ve travelled far to reach me
And ask “what message do you bring to me?”