Deaf Pagan Crossroads

Before I continue with my Yule Series, I would like to take a moment to talk about a little book of poetry I am familiar with.

Or to be more precise, I’m familiar with its author.

She’s MoonRose Nightingale, my good friend and neighbor here at the apartment complex. She and her husband FyreDraconis are fellow Pagans, frequent readers and commenters here at the Crossroads, and just great people. They were the ones who referred me to this apartment, and helped me bless it before I moved in. We’ve shared a lot of laughs, and couple of tears as well. They’ve eaten at my home, and I’ve eaten at theirs. We celebrated Samhain together, and will likely celebrate Yule together as well. They’re always willing to help me empty that bottle of mead, and MoonRose makes some pretty wicked rum balls as well.

And now MoonRose is a published author, having just come out with a book of poetry. As she explains:

I began writing these poems shortly after my separation from my first husband back in October of 2005, as a way of expressing the feelings that were deep inside of me. It had been well over 25 years since I had last written any kind of poetry and I was surprised at how easily the words were once again flowing from my fingertips. In December of 2006, I suddenly realized that a dear friend I had been chatting with online for almost two years was my soulmate. By February of 2007, I had packed up all that I owned and was on the road from Florida to Indiana to be with him. We were married June 9, 2007 in a beautiful handfasting ceremony that we wrote ourselves, with friends and family around us to celebrate our union as man and wife. And so it was that the Fyre Dragon and the Nightingale were joined together as one…

The Dragon And The Nightingale

There once was a dragon so lonely and sad,

Nothing made him happy, not even the gold he had.

When along came a sweet little nightingale bird,

And his lonely heart thrilled at the song that he heard.

She sang of a love that was both strong and pure,

Singing only for him of that he was most sure.

For the nightingale had heard his lonesome cry,

Coming to her across the great night’s sky.

And so to his side she had flown with all speed,

Thinking only of him and nothing of greed.

The little nightingale had finally found her home,

And there she would stay for all time never to roam.

By: MoonRose Nightingale

Over fifty of MoonRose’s best poems are included in this book, one that she was encouraged to publish by her husband, Fyre – who is not only her husband, soulmate, and best friend… but her editor and best critic as well!

Sons Of The Horned God

Thunder rolling across the sky;

A bolt of lightening flashing by.

Drums beating deep in the night;

Fire on the hilltop burning bright.

In robes of black they file past;

Gather round and the circle is cast.

Owl flies across the moon on silent wings;

Off in the distance the lone wolf sings.

Quarters are called and the flames leap high;

Voices raised in chant to the midnight sky.

These men of great magick and mystery;

Sons of The Horned God, they are free.

Forever growing and learning all their days;

Following along the path of the old ways.

By: MoonRose Nightingale

Congratulations to MoonRose for the publication of her poetry, and I wish her all the best!

FOR MORE INFORMATION ON HOW TO ORDER THIS BOOK

http://www.lulu.com/content/1694310