Sunlight on the Forest Floor

Goddess of the Hunt, the Forest, the Moon. Virgin of the woods and protectress of the Womb. King-maker, Queen of Witches. Diana, Artemis, tribal maiden...

dark roses in the woods

bright maidens and wreathed,catching beams of sunlight.

The Play of Light

Water Though Frozen by Mermaiden Creations

Our nature does not change by will

In the winter, 'round the ruined mill

The creek is lying, flat and still

It is water though it's frozen

~Joanna Newsom

I was drawn to the energy created by the play of light within stillness and created some earrings which capture what it was that intrigued me. 

You Remain Ageless by Mermaiden Creations

Maiden. Mother. Crone.

I am she who has no name

and a thousand names.

I am the Virgin,and the unicorn

sleeps in my lap; the crescent moon

bends to my bowstring.

This is my sacred grove,

my maiden bower.

Here I hunt the deathless quarry,

Here I run the restless race,

Here you may glimpse my foot

and dance with my shadow.

Here you may dream.

I am she who has no face
and a thousand faces.
I am the Mother, and my belly
is big with the moon, live
with the fishes of the sea.
This is my grove, my sacred grove,
my birthing bed.
Here I ride the stag into dawn,
Here I blossom to the bee,
Here  you may drench yourself in my dew
and bathe in a fountain of milk.
Here you may drink.

I am she who has no secret
and a thousand secrets.
I am the Crone, and the snake
coils round my arm; the sickle moon
lies ready to hand.
This is my grove,my sacred grove,
my burial chamber.
Here I gather my harvest,
Here I draw down the darkness,
here you may seek me or seek to escape
and still find my gates.
Here you may die.

Invocation by Elizabeth Cunningham

Adornments by Mermaiden Creations

It Has Sprung!

A Slight Blue Feather by Mermaiden Creations




i have found what you are like

the rain

             (Who feathers frightened fields

with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind

and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of gren thrilling light

                                        with thinned

newfragile yellows

                           lurch and.press

--in the woods

                        which

                                  stutter

                                           and

                                                 sing

And the coolness of your smile is

stirringofbirds between my arms;but

i should rather than anything

have(almost when hugeness will shut

quietly)almost,

                      your kiss

e.e. cummings



Perfectly Periwinkle Feather Pendant by Mermaiden Creations

Let There Be Snakes

Snakes on Paddy's Day?
Oh, indeed.
And a wee something green or two...

Copper Snake Skin Earrings at Mermaiden Creations

Key to the Emerald City at Mermaiden Creations

Dragon Clan Amulet at Mermaiden Creations

Glowing Absinthe Rose Clip at Mermaiden Creations

Fairy Tale Forest

Something's make me wander. Soft woods. Delicate blossoms against rough bark. Filtered light, just so...

Forest Rose Fairy Tale Earrings

Forest Rose Fairy Tale Ring, from my private collection

Dusky Blue Rose Hair Clip

A Silver Bee

Bee Spiral  Fine Silver Necklace

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush

I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

The Bee, by Emily Dickinson