In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.


The Morrigan

The Morrígan or Mórrígan, also known as Morrígu, is a figure from Irish mythology. The name is Mór-Ríoghain in Modern Irish. It has been translated as “great queen”, “phantom queen” or “queen of phantoms”.

The Morrígan is mainly associated with war and fate, especially of foretold doom, death or victory in battle. In this role she often appears as a crow, the badb. She incites warriors to battle and can help bring about victory over their enemies. The Morrígan encourages warriors to do brave deeds, strikes fear into their enemies, and is portrayed washing the bloodstained clothes of those fated to die. She also has some connection with sovereignty, the land and livestock. In modern times she is often called a “war goddess” and has also been seen as a manifestation of the earth- and sovereignty-goddess, chiefly representing the goddess’s role as guardian of the territory and her people.

The Morrígan is often described as a trio of individuals, all sisters, called ‘the three Morrígna’. Membership of the triad varies; sometimes it is given as Badb, Macha and Nemain while elsewhere it is given as Badb, Macha and Anand (the latter is given as another name for the Morrígan). It is believed that these were all names for the same goddess. The three Morrígna are also named as sisters of the three land goddesses Ériu, Banba and Fódla. The Morrígan is said to be the wife of The Dagda, while Badb and Nemain are said to be the wives of Neit.

She is associated with the banshee of later folklore.

Tuath Dé Danann

The Tuath Dé Danann meaning “the folk of the goddess Danu”), also known by the earlier name Tuath Dé (“tribe of the gods”), are a supernatural race in Irish mythology. They are thought to represent the main deities of pre-Christian Gaelic Ireland. The Tuatha Dé Danann constitute a pantheon whose attributes appeared in a number of forms throughout the Celtic world.

The Tuath Dé dwell in the Otherworld but interact with humans and the human world. They are associated with ancient passage tombs, which were seen as portals to the Otherworld. Their traditional rivals are the Fomorians (Fomoire), who seem to represent the harmful or destructive powers of nature, and who the Tuath Dé defeat in the Battle of Mag Tuired. Each member of the Tuath Dé has associations with a particular feature of life or nature, but many appear to have more than one association. Many also have bynames, some representing different aspects of the deity and others being regional names or epithets.

They often depicted the Tuath Dé as kings, queens and heroes of the distant past who had supernatural powers. Other times they were explained as fallen angels who were neither good nor evil. However, some medieval writers acknowledged that they were gods. They also appear in tales set centuries apart, showing them to be immortal. Prominent members of the Tuath Dé include The Dagda, who is chief god; The Morrígan; Lugh; Nuada; Aengus; Brigid; Manannán, a god of the sea; Dian Cecht, a god of healing; and Goibniu, a god of metalsmithing.

The Tuath Dé eventually became the Aos Sí or “fairies”.


Really sums everything up when it’s been the day I was born for 22-23 hours and not one message of congratulations or happy I’m survived for another year.

Not a call, text or email from family, friends or even worst enemies.

That about sums my life up at the moment. No wonder I mourn my birthdays.

Honour my departed

On this evening of Samhain or Sowan I honour everyone who has gone beyond the veil. Some of whom I honour individually.

I honour both John William Coatsworth Snr Snr, my beloved great grandfather who passed when I was eight years old.

I honour his wife, Florence Coatsworth who passed in 1970.

I honour his son, John William Coatsworth Snr, my grandfather. On my mother’s side.

I honour Eileen Burdess my grandmother on my father’s side.

I honour my wife Betsy Ann Katherine Hess-Burdess who passed in 2012.

I wish this thinning of the veil to see them all.

This is the night when the gateway between
our world and the spirit world is thinnest.
Tonight is a night to call out those who came before.
Tonight I honor my ancestors.
Spirits of my fathers and mothers, I call to you,
and welcome you to join me for this night.
You watch over me always,
protecting and guiding me,
and tonight I thank you.
Your blood runs in my veins,
your spirit is in my heart,
your memories are in my soul.

Blessed Be.

Can’t sleep

It’s 2:33am an I can’t sleep. 2days without and think I’m getting to hear things that might not be there.

I’m an empath so don’t know if it has anything to do with that. Or just the time of year with Samhain coming soon.

No matter which room I go in, there a huge hiss like steam or gas escaping. Then I hear my wife’s voice, telling me to do it and come join her.

Problem is my wife has been deceased since 2012. She took her own life and commited suicide.


You’re not here and i don’t know why
Sometimes i feel i shouldn’t pry
Like a flame that burned to long
I can be like the churning sun
Flash of spark and turn it ash
Pride to wear like ribbon sash
When you left it all went cold
No one to hold the babe of olde
Ask not to when the moon will rise
All i see is your despise
Daggers springing from your eyes.