Where do I start? I’m Deporodh (you can say Deb’ o rah and be close
enough).
My chosen name is Scots Gaelic, I’m a retired writer and a witch.
But before I say much more, I’ll introduce myself.
I was all the world when young;
I knew that I was wise.
My power shone quite clear to me--
no folly clouded eyes.
I feared and hated,
now and then, and slammed shut one good door.
I hurt and sorrowed oft, it seemed, and hence I withdrew more.
And even then I knew myself was strong and colored bright.
The rainbow of myself did shine a most distracting light.
Anon I heeded foolish folk,
those who knew not light;
Who never heard the pulsing
chords the frogs all sang each night.
Who told me, once and twice and more, I must be only one.
Decide, they bade me, once for all! I fought, but was undone.
Decide, they bade me, once for all your life: "You must, you know."
I tried, I did! to follow fools and learned exceeding slow
That fools will only lead you where a fool would wish to go.
So now I wander slowly back and gather up debris
Of all the lonely pieces of myself, of her and me.
I weep for sorrow, greeting her, and drip a borrowed tear
That she does kiss and drink away, along with remnant fear.
No more a shattered path I walk. No more, I tell it true.
The power in my life is me--and also all
of you.
--Deporodh, October 1993
Cypress Moon waxing, rising Samhain
©Deporodh 1993, 1997, 1999. All rights reserved.
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Note: "The wood between the worlds" is a chapter in "The Magician’s Nephew,"
the prequel novel of C. S.
Lewis’ classic fantasy series, the Narnia stories.
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