Roy Bowers

Roy Bowers
Photo courtesy of Val Jones ©

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through the legacy of Robert Cochrane

Rex Nemorensis:
Elegy for a Dead Witch --
by Doreen Valiente

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 the wine from the horns and leap the fire.

Farewell from this world, but not from the Circle.

That place that is between the worlds

Shall hold return in due time. Nothing is lost.

The half of a fruit from the tree of Avalon

Shall be our reminder, among the fallen leaves

This life treads underfoot. Let the rain weep.

Waken in sunlight from the Realms of Sleep.

Roy Bowers - A sketch

Roy Bowers
Drawing by Shani Oates ©