Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.

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Laying Down the Horn

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Crowned with antler and golden leaf, the Stag stands at the door. He leads us out, into the night.

To Night's very Heart he leads us.

We call out the names of the dead.

We pour the libation.

We sing the oldest song.

She gives him the apple. He eats. We eat.

He lays down his horns before her.

He passes into the night.

We return to the hall. For us, the feast, the firelight, the merry-make.

But he has gone before us, into the dark.

Gone the crown, the shining, antler and leaf.

Willing, he lays down the horn.

 

 

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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  • Thesseli
    Thesseli Monday, 23 October 2017

    Beautiful.

  • Tasha Halpert
    Tasha Halpert Wednesday, 25 October 2017

    Beautiful. Thank you.

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