Enchanted Wood

From the Love Unbound collection

The Three Fates spin, weave and cut the Light for the Star Child’s journey to Earth.

ENCHANTED WOOD

Lost in the silence of the woods, under dappled canopy of rain-fresh leaves, 
Seeing the shivered stance of a roe deer shy in greenwood shade,
And my mind not there at all, but lost in the dripping quiet of another place:
The Cave of Aine is mine, sheltered in the arms of the land of another time,
The eaves of hugging cliffs and the echo of smashing seas that will not fade, 
And I am reminded of the inlet and breathless majesty of that cavern space,
The unseen cradle that lent shelter in the ebbing days of warring clans. 
I wander deep into the heart of Oakwood and take my thoughts to Faery glade, 
And feel the shift of mortal sense to the three noble strains of Danann Harps: 
The Strain of Lament that, once heard, gives way to gentle sobs and weeping,
The Strain of Laughter that lifts hearts and feet to merriment and dance, 
And the Strain of Slumber that dulls folks in lullaby and plunges all to sleeping. 
Turning to flee this sweet enchantment, I am startled by a shimmering maiden,
Offering hazelnuts from pale white hands, her eyes so soft in beguiling glance, 
And I run, and look again and pass only the roe deer, motionless in vacant stare. 
My heart now strumming deep as any drum, my breathing faster than the wind, 
Fleet of feet, and flapping wings of raven cloak behind; I hear a raucous cry, 
And know, even as I reach the edge, it is the One with Light who has come to care, 
Laughing, I feel the lifting beneath me, sheer laughter with love, for now I fly. 

Dwina***