
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
hawthorn
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
