the thorn path

Come, now a roundel by Arthur Rackham (1908)
she made her feathered nest
in the tangled boughs of oak, ash, thorn
and found mushroom echoes of moonbeams
she delved for essence
among the hawthorn roots
and brought woven certainty to light
she entered the ring
where faeries are dancing
and knew the wheel’s ceaseless turning
she sought crooked paths into the woods
shunning the straight and sunny
and this has made all the difference
she will not return
to the mundane world
but you may hear her singing

Wednesday Word

for 4 May 2022


It’s Hawthorn Day. This is the traditional day to tie clooties on hawthorn boughs over magical springs. It’s the day when villages compete to make the most astonishingly elaborate display of greenery and white flowers. It’s the Feast of Bona Dea when we re-member the earth’s bounty. And this year, it’s also a perfect day to plant a garden. Which is what I’ll be about when you are reading this…

May the 4th be with you!

©Elizabeth Anker 2022