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The Three
the oak, the ash and the hawthorn too,
earth’s own trinity by druid true;
each bound one by one unto the ground
each one bends but trusts the wind, whilst very earthen-bound.
each one seeks the link ‘tween earth and sky.
the oak, the white, she seeks the heights and nods
her majestic crowns to lightning gods;
with roots she delves beneath to depths unseen
whilst yearning to lift her boughs of fertile green
up high to seek the link between
the lands of shamanic worlds with balance
and revere the dance
of merry maidens under light of sweet Selene.
from ash we came for good or ill,
by grace of Zeus or Yggdrasil;
like oak she soars and seeks
the heavens miles above mountains peaks,
and in our names she speaks
of witches brooms and rods divine
which echoes Hellenic rites and sign
of dew 'pon thine maidens’ cheeks.
hawthorne, but one of three,
more a bush, they say, than tree;
but anger not the Faerie, do not fell
the marking here of spring or well.
spirit tales can often tell
like oak and ash, she marks the way
mayhaps be found on lines of ley.
at first of blooms, Beltane she marks, as maidens dance the pole for we.
the oak, the ash, the hawthorn too,
earth’s holy trinity by druid true;
ancient lore inspired by mead
Melial to guide, Dryad to lead,
Faerie tales in balance
and perfect reverence.
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