Old Lady Crone a poem by me.

This is the first poem I have ever written. I went to my first poetry night on Friday, sat atop a roof in Manchester city centre. I thought I would try a poem and I thought that the break through of Autumn was also a good time to do it! I know nothing about the layout of poetry styles nothing stuck in my head from school regarding that, so I made it up as I went along.


The leaves start falling giving the soil a new start,
and the morning sky is a wonderful work of art.
Get your blankets from under the stairs,
and the warmest boots out in pairs,
for the Crone is coming with all white hair.

She is elderly and wise, Mabon woke her from sleep,
Watching all forest animals like hedgehogs in a leaf heap.
Everything works hard in the Autumn and the colours are gold,
but the Old Lady Crone is dressed in black and like the year is old.

Don’t worry Old Lady Crone your work is not done,
we have Samhain and Yule, so much to do, such fun.
Yes your time will come as the rich colours start to fade,
the pastels of spring will come as Maiden’s work is made.

For now we welcome you; embrace the dark end of the year,
We have seeds sow and preparations to make as we hold you dear whilst
Autumn is here.

-Holly Williamson


Cover photo: “Samhain Goddess: The Crone” by
Arwens Grace (Angela Jayne Barnett)


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