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The Henge of Keltria—Druidism for the 21st CenturyReduce, Reuse, and Recycle with this Tote Bag . These 100% cotton canvas tote bags have plenty of room to carry your Druid stuff when you are on the go or your weekly groceries. They include a bottom gusset and extra long handles for easy carrying.
* 10 oz heavyweight natural canvas fabric
* Full side and bottom gusset
* 22" reinforced self-fabric handles
* Machine washable
* Measures 15" x 18" x 6"
Tag Archives: Poetry
Summer’s End by Jenne Micale The cold wind comes, embracing. The lover of frost the harbinger of fall. It hides beneath the old green leaves waiting. Skin prickles at its embrace as the poplars shed their rags. Herald of the … Continue reading
Harvest Song by Jenne Micale Come, the harvest – with its gold braceleting the furrow. The dowry of mankind, warding off the winter that lurks unseen, a ghost from a nervous child’s dream. The gold mother comforts us with circling … Continue reading
Storm by C. L. McGinley Let me be the compass With which to chart your journey Through the darkness of this night; Without the shining stars to guide you, Set your course by me. Let me be the beacon That … Continue reading
Song to the Young Son By Jenne Micale Aonghus of the hidden birth Aonghus of the flowering tree Aonghus of the lovers doomed to meet in the darkness secretly Aonghus of the rising sap Aonghus of the green of May … Continue reading
By Jenne Micale Look: the weathered wood of the barque rides the leaf-green sea. Look again: the white foam streams in the wind, mane of mares. A chariot skims the grass-heads. Birds fly silver-scaled. Another mystery of the road poured … Continue reading
by Jenne Micale In the moon just past fullness, a crescent pared from its belly, remember you are blessed. In the white of night when none sleep, remember you are blessed. When the owls call out the small creatures, driven … Continue reading