Ode to Ivy.

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Spring has sprung and sap rises in flower and twig,image

And Chaucer’s wise Middle English words

Resonate and reverberate around the garden…

“Whan that April with his shoures soote

The droghte of March hath pierced to the roote,

And bathed every veyne  in swich licour

Of which vertu engendred is the flour.”

Magickal and mystical words indeed of the olde Bard.image

Heavy laden heads of Hedera Helix stand sentry-like,

Their skull-capped berries: deep, dark, black and poisonous,

Warding off negativity and heralding in another glorious Era.

This Spiral of Life, this Wheel of the Year,

This cycle of Death and Rebirth…Beltane!

Once more the Goddess succumbs to Jack o’ the Green’s advances

And their love manifests with fertile magnificence,

Touching and caressing all that has awakened from the Earth.

O symbolic Ivy, resplendent carrier of Initiation and Consciousness,

Immortality and Love and Eternity and Death,

Your resplendent, entwining, encircling branches

Nourishing, feeding, sustaining, sheltering,

All of life that settles within your powerful limbs.

They offer safe refuge to the chattering colony of sparrows,

Nesting and rearing their young within your shiny canopy

And in Autumn your sweet heady perfume causes your flowers

To become host to a whole myriad of buzzing beasties!

O Herbe of Consecration, Ye Bringer of joy and abundance,

How fortunate are we that You have chosen

To  bedeck and garland our humble fence and wood shed!

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