A great Tribute to Doreen Valiente on American Poets Day
Review:
three Pagan poets for National Poetry Month
If, as is proclaimed in the Charge of the Goddess, “all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals,” then the pleasure of poetry is among those rituals, too.
Rick de Yampert — April 29, 2018 —
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If, as is proclaimed in the Charge of the Goddess, “all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals,” then the pleasure of poetry is among those rituals, too.
April is National Poetry Month in
the United States. Here’s a look at the works of three female poets: a Wiccan
priestess, a pioneer in the modern women’s/goddess spirituality movement, and a
priestess in the Welsh Bardic Tradition.
The Charge of the Goddess: the
Poetry of Doreen Valiente
Doreen
Valiente Foundation in association with the Centre for Pagan Studies, expanded
edition 2014, 142 p.
Ironically, the Charge of the
Goddess included is this collection by the acclaimed “mother of modern
witchcraft” is not her rhyming, poetic rendition but rather her far more famous
prose version.
The late John Belham-Payne, a
friend and “working magical partner” of Valiente’s, shepherded her poetry into
publication following her death in 1999, thus fulfilling a deathbed request by
the Wiccan priestess who had been initiated into Gerald Gardner’s coven by the
man himself in 1953.
Belham-Payne made the right
choice. Valiente’s prose version of the charge flows, slithers, breathes, and
pulses with organic rhythms in ways that are constricted out of the rhyming
version. The poetry version (available in Valiente’s book The Rebirth of
Witchcraft but sadly not included in this volume) reads like a poem, albeit
a beautiful one. The undulating cadences of the prose version sound as if the
goddess is whispering in one’s ear.
Fueled by the span of Valiente’s
life in this world (1922-1999), one of the charms of her poetry collection is
its mix of archaic and modern styles. In these days of hipster wannabe free
verse, a sonnet or rhyming quatrains of A-B-B-A or A-A-B-B may seem quaint, but
such formats properly evoke Valiente’s legacy as one of the key founders of
modern witchcraft.
“The Tarot Trumps,” “To Aleister
Crowley,” “Poem on the Death of a Witch,” “To the Necronomicon,” “Deus
Cornutus” (a 1984 work which ponders “How many names has the Horned One?”),
“Homage to Pan” (perhaps a homage to Crowley’s “Hymn to Pan”), and other poems
all vibrate with an archaic beauty.
However, one of Valiente’s most
soul-stirring poems, “Elegy for a Dead Witch,” weaves its spell without use of
rhyme:
To think that you are gone,
Over the crest of the hills
As the moon passed from her fullness,
Riding the sky,
And the White Mare
Took you with her.
To think that we will wait
Another life
To drink wine from the horns,
And leap the fire.
Farewell from this world,
But not from the circle
Over the crest of the hills
As the moon passed from her fullness,
Riding the sky,
And the White Mare
Took you with her.
To think that we will wait
Another life
To drink wine from the horns,
And leap the fire.
Farewell from this world,
But not from the circle
Valiente reveals her playful side
in “Computer Blues” (written in 1975!) and even a bawdy limerick, titled “An
Unsolved Problem of Psychic Research,” about “a young lady named Freeman who had
an affair with a demon.”
“Pop Song,” written in 1975,
indeed swings with the rhythms of a pop song’s lyrics, despite its lament of a
world gone awry:
. . . Up in the Andes where the
air is thin
Where Che Guevara’s ashes are blowing in the wind
I heard that condor’s ghost say "Listen son
When you get that power from the mouth of a gun
You can’t put it back
Oh oh
Sorry ’bout that . . . .
Where Che Guevara’s ashes are blowing in the wind
I heard that condor’s ghost say "Listen son
When you get that power from the mouth of a gun
You can’t put it back
Oh oh
Sorry ’bout that . . . .
What would a poetry collection by
the “mother of modern witchcraft” be without a piece that is more spell than
poem? That’s fulfilled by the “Witch’s Chant,” the last work in this volume:
Darksome night and shining moon,
Hell’s dark mistress heaven’s queen
Harken to the Witches’ rune,
Diana, Lilith, Melusine!
In the earth and air and sea,
By the light of moon or sun,
As I pray, so mote it be.
Chant the spell, and be it done!
Queen of witchdom and of night,
Work my will by magic rite.
Hell’s dark mistress heaven’s queen
Harken to the Witches’ rune,
Diana, Lilith, Melusine!
In the earth and air and sea,
By the light of moon or sun,
As I pray, so mote it be.
Chant the spell, and be it done!
Queen of witchdom and of night,
Work my will by magic rite.
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