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Halo Quin

~ Author, storyteller, singer-songwriter, witch

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Treelore: Silver Birch

20 Friday Nov 2020

Posted by Haloquin in Herbology, Magic, Poetry, Starlore, Stories, Treelore

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Bardic, Birch, Druidry, learn witchcraft, Magic, OBOD, ogham, Ovate, poem, story, Treelore, Witch, witchcraft

birch leaves in sunlight
 Ghostlike,
 we begin.
 Skin stretched paper-thin,
 act two nears its end.
 A Wisp carried us here,
 a wind-wish winding 
 ever onwards,
 blown by whispered promises,
 secrets, 
 declarations
 of love and longing.
 We settled.
 Our roots are deep enough,
 nestling in blown soil,
 but leaves turn 
 and winter carries our wishes far from here. 
                                                                                                         ~ By Haloquin

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Silver Birch, the tree of beginnings. First sign of the forest, carried by the wind, bright bark peeling and waiting for wishes to be inked on its curls. White lady watching over the keys to the otherworld, she keeps her counsel. Her footsteps across the threshold lead the way into lands beyond the everyday, wherever we wish to go, she has been there before. Her delicate fingers point the way, gusts whipping her pale green shawl about her shoulders as she turns back to her current craft, carving a love spoon to stir fresh flying ointment, bubbling over the bright fire.

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Latin Name: Betula pendula

Edible: (In moderation) Sap can be made into syrup/wine, full of vitamins and minerals. Steep leaves in apple cider vinegar for a few weeks to extract nutrients. Buds are high in vitamin C.

Herbal Properties: Anti-inflammatory, astringent, laxative/stimulates digestive system, diuretic. Buds are antibiotic and diuretic. Steep leaves in water to make an astringent skin wash. 

Contraindications: Contains methyl salicylate, as in aspirin. Avoid if allergic to aspirin, using medications containing aspirin or blood thinning meds, if elderly, or have blood related issues. Use with caution if pregnant or nursing.

Magical Properties: Linked to the Norse rune Berkana and the Ogham letter Beith, beginnings, renewal, courage. Psychic protection from spirits or on (astral) journeys. Resilience. Love and fertility, particularly inception. 

Historical Notes: Once used to flavour chewing gum and soft drinks! 

Practical Properties: Pale wood, used in handicrafts, furniture making and to make paper, good kindling/tinder. Used to make besom brooms. Resin makes a waterproof glue. It grows fast, spread by the wind, and is a pioneer species, often one of the earliest trees to grow in an area, and one of the first to leaf in spring… A hardy tree, even though it appears fragile.

Clues for Identification: White birch that peels like paper in young trees, catkins in spring, small, smooth, triangular leaves with serrated edges, visually delicate branches. 

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(Please consult a qualified herbalist if using medicinally, this information is shared for inspirational purposes only!)

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Learning to be an angel

03 Sunday Jun 2018

Posted by Haloquin in Uncategorized

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angel, folklore, Magic, Pagan, poem, Poetry

Step one; Fall.
Down, far.
Further than you thought you could,
until you shatter at the bottom of the void into a thousand and one pieces.

Step two; Gather your pieces together.
Find only, precisely, one thousand.
Spend eternity searching for that final, missing one.

Step three; realise that you will never be as you were.

Step four; rail against the world.
Let that fury burn you clean.
Let the flames kiss away the ashes and leave you,
shining black and pure,
in the arms of the night.

Step five; Notice that,
in the space left by that missing piece of you,
a star has made its home.

 

~ 10th January 2017

Fucking Flowers

03 Sunday Jun 2018

Posted by Haloquin in Druidry, Humour

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Ecosexuality, Pagan, poem, Poetry

Whichever way the wind blows
in a valley in the spring,
you’re getting pollinated.
To be precise;
fucked by flowers.

I fall in love at every scented petal
dog roses growing wild
seduce me
as I wander the fields,
breathing in their…
… blessings,
until paroxysms pulse through
my flesh
in a moment of release.

Does hayfever make one an ecosexual?

~Beltane 2018

Let me be Wild

03 Sunday Jun 2018

Posted by Haloquin in Druidry

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Bard, Faery, Magic, OBOD, Pagan, poem, Poetry

Let me be wild and free,
not the wildness of wolves,
but the wildness of weeds.
The tenacity of swallows,
the dancing of bees,
the blossoming hawthorn,
the sunlit sea.
Let me be wild
and let me be free.
Not the wildness of storms,
but the wildness of me.

~ Spring Equinox 2017

Inspired by the Bardic course of OBOD (The Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids)

Forgotten Pockets

03 Sunday Jun 2018

Posted by Haloquin in Selkie

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Faeries, Faery, folklore, Magic, Pagan, poem, Poetry, Selkie Dreams

I find my skin
hiding in the attic,
dusty with memories.
I almost dive through the door then and there,
but I am sensible,
and it is a long way to fall.

‘Twas a robin told me
where most skins are kept,
as in the garden I wept for something I could barely recall.
I’d always thought of myself as
a dreamer. One who keeps precious things
like wishes and prayers
safe in their pocket
ready to pull out and savour
or follow
whenever the sun blinks.
Turns out I’d left them in the wrong pockets.
Who forgets which skin their Dreams are dwelling in?

I found my sealskin in the attic,
dusty with memories
and weighed down with half-eaten dreams.

Funny thing about dreams;
the teeth marks come right out with
a bit of love and elbow grease.

~11th November 2017

Unwanted Attentions

03 Sunday Jun 2018

Posted by Haloquin in Collection, Faery

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All That Glitters, Faeries, folklore, Magic, Pagan, poem, Poetry

Turn your coat now inside out,
to send their glance around you.
Hold an iron nail close,
to pin you to the ground.
Rowan hung above the door,
will keep their hounds at bay,
and blessed salt marks boundaries,
to send them on their way.
Wouldn’t it be right and sweet
if this worked on mere mortals?
Seems like only Faery folk
behave just like they ought to.

 

~ Winter Solstice 2017

from the collection All That Glitters

The Changeling Child

03 Sunday Jun 2018

Posted by Haloquin in Collection, Faery

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All That Glitters, Faeries, folklore, Magic, Pagan, poem, Poetry

One eye brown and one eye green,
cheekiest child that you’ve ever seen,
oak’s ancient knowing held deep in those dreams,
strange for a small one, not quite as he seems.
Do not be wary, do not take fright,
if you care for him always he’ll keep safe the night,
but if you would rather a meek child returned,
then fair’s our exchange, so you’ll lose what you’ve learned.

~ Winter Solstice 2017

from the collection All That Glitters

Looking for Faeries

03 Sunday Jun 2018

Posted by Haloquin in Collection, Faery

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All That Glitters, Faeries, folklore, Magic, Pagan, poem, Poetry

For glint of glitter in the air,
the flash of light that has no care,
for Tinkerbell and Barker’s Fae
I’d search and search both night and day.

Deep in hedges, high in trees,
thorn-scratched palms and muddied knees,
never once a-wavering
I knew I’d find my Faery Kin.
I knew that Oberon was near,
I knew Titania’s voice I’d hear,
I knew the whispers on the wind,
would delight and magic bring.
I held no thought of wishes three
nor gifts brought from the fae to me,
all I sought for hard and long,
was to learn that magic song,
just to feel enchantment’s grace,
and magic’s kiss upon this place,
I had no doubt that it was near,
and so I hunted with no fear.

Finally my wish was granted,
in my heart the knowledge planted,
underneath the old Yew-tree
their light arrived surrounding me.
I read them poems, sang them songs,
they took me to their realm ‘ere long,
and I learned to walk the ways
‘tween faery twilight and our days.

One word of warning I will share,
if you take magic in your care,
a changeling you will always be,
always betwixt and wandering.
Never home in either place
but blessed with sweetest faery grace,
one foot planted in each world,
whichever way they twist and turn…

 

Once they’ve caught you you are theirs,
and not all that glitters does play fair,
so if you choose enchantment’s grace,
know there’s a price that you must pay.
But even with that warning told,
I know what they knew of old,
the cost indeed it may be high,
but with their blessing you will fly.
And once you’ve been there you will find,
you could not leave that bliss behind…

 

Winter Solstice 2017

from the collection All That Glitters

XXI: Universe

03 Sunday Jun 2018

Posted by Haloquin in Collection, Tarot

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Pagan, poem, Poetry, Showing My Hand, Thoth Tarot

XXI: Universe

Blinking we enter the light of the sun,
Forged by the night and the ways that we’ve been,
Possessed by our selves our work has begun.

Deep in our bones are the truths that we’ve won,
Starlit and knife-edged and inkdrenched and keen,
Blinking we enter the light of the sun.

All hiding discarded, unbinding is done,
each chain we still carry uncovered and seen,
Possessed by our selves our work has begun.

Through some gates we struggled, through other’s we’ve run,
regardless we’ve ended betwixt and between,
Blinking we enter the light of the sun.

Life’s curses are real though we are all One,
Paradoxical magic; the gift of night’s Queen.
Possessed by our selves our work has begun.

We leapt and we landed, with wings or with none,
We take up our journey to keep our hearts clean;
Blinking we enter the light of the sun,
Possessed by our selves our work has begun.

 

~ Autumn Equinox 2017

from the collection Showing My Hand

XV: Devil

03 Sunday Jun 2018

Posted by Haloquin in Collection, Tarot

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Pagan, poem, Poetry, Showing My Hand, Thoth Tarot

XV: Devil

Ah, shit.
I knew you’d find me.

Sooner or later, the devil comes to call.
With his bright eyes and dancing feet,
with his laughing, sharp, teeth.
With his invitation
to see
just how heavy those chains you chose
really are.
Just how easy it would be to pick the lock.
And which bars on the cage
are you,
and cannot be easily left behind,
but probably should be.
(The answer is: most.)

~ Autumn Equinox 2017

from the collection Showing My Hand

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