drawing symbols of my power on my skin: John Gaul

The Flame Haired Solstice Dreamer

Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind
And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind
She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles
As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde

The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells
And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells
The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee
And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free

John Gaul

this is my great grandad on my mum's side and all that remains of him is this and one photo of him prior to going over to france that my dad has had restored.

all i know of him is that he was an irish catholic.

we are coming up to samhain, a time when we remember our ancestors and i hope when i celebrate his and others lives he will be with me and maybe even give me some insight into my ancestors

1 comment:

Leanne said...: Lee, I lost my Dad four years ago this year, just a few days after Samhain. this is a poignant time of year for me too, not a day goes by without me thinking about him. At Samhain I too pay respects to all those who have gone ahead, and i'll light a candle for them all.

have you thought of trying to find out more about your great grandad?; 10 October 2007 at 20:20