It's full moon tonight. Some call it the Beaver Moon, a name given to it by the Native Americans as it marked the first cold spell and let them know it was time to hunt for some fur to protect them for winter. But here in the UK we call it the Frost Moon, as the first frosts begin to form at this time of year (at least they would if it would just stop raining! Extreme weather indeed.) Anyway, it's a beautiful but freezing night tonight and the full moon is looking stunning as the clouds race by, making me feel like the earth is tilting and the sky is still. So, I wrote a poem. See below.
Round and white, an orb so bright
Hanging outside my window
Light as day on darkest night
As I lie trapped in limbo
Half asleep half awake
Eyes open dreaming
The moon seems cold as I see her face
Keeping hidden her meaning
Some serene smile comes and goes
As clouds pass grey and soft
But ice behind my eyelids glints
Reflecting her message of frost
All Hallows Eve
The Lord of the Dead might be hotter than Hades, but Eve must resist his dark charm if she wants to make it back to the land of the living.
When Eve’s roommate does a magical ceremony on Halloween, it’s Eve that gets sucked into the spell. She has to attend a feast as the date of the God of the Underworld, except she can’t eat or drink anything or she might never be able to leave. Eve has class on Monday morning, but seductive Lord Samhain is tempting her to stay forever…
A modern twist on the Hades and Persephone myth.
How to hex a halo
Out today on Amazon, and free to read with Kindle Unlimited. Book Four in The Magical Misadventures of Emily Rand. How to Hex a Halo is available now here: www.amazon.com/dp/B07WPZ1KV1
So, this week I was searching our graveyard for hidden graves I haven't seen before. Here is one of my favourites that I found, because it kind of looks like the underworld is reaching up to reclaim it ;-)
I just wanted to share some pictures I took of our graveyard in the snow last month (February)
It was a beautiful sunny day in England today and I decided to spend some time doing some outside research. So I went to hang out with my favourite king. The once and future king: Arthur.
Only, I don't think he's there anymore. So where is he? These signs were spectacularly uninformative and no one seemed to know! Am feeling unaccountably depressed by this. Where are Arthur and Guinevere now?
I blame Cromwell and I blame the Government. It's just not cool... Where are the bones of our most illustrious king? If you know, tell me!
On the other hand, Glastonbury looked beautiful today. The Tor made for a stunning back drop and I loved that the tomb stood between these pillars, which were in every way reminiscent to me of the Gateway of the Kings from Lord of the Rings, so I enjoyed that. It's definitely worth a visit, even without Arthur.
You know what I love about England? That you can be driving along a pretty country lane and you see a stone circle sitting in a field, with no fuss, no ceremony, just there in a random field. So I stopped the car to have a quick look. There was a small sign up on one of the stones and it simply said "Stone Circle, Circa 3000 BC". That means it was put there 5000 YEARS AGO! And no one is making the remotest big deal about it. It's just a part of our landscape. Anyway, it was very peaceful so I thought I'd share it