The birthday plant for this day is wormwood, Artemisia absinthium. It derived its name from Artemis, the ancient Greek goddess of the moon and the hunt. Wormwood is probably linked to the belief that the herb grew along the track left by the serpent when it slithered out of the Garden of Eden. The herb is used to flavour the potent liquor absinth and also used in making the liqueur Chartreuse. It symbolises absence, calamity, false judgment and affection. In the Old Testament, wormwood signifies moral bitterness. It is under the rule of Mars, astrologically.
The Waking Stones
The April moon waxes its crescent Its keen cold edge a-shaving eaves; As wormwood green unfurls its leaves The wan moonlight shines iridescent.
The night its ancient magic weaves My eyelids turn to lead, quiescent; Drab night birds raise cries incessant, Unseen, as secretive as furtive thieves.
Dark stones are touched by moon And in their heart a waking spell Is roused; they shake, they swell And they stir none but too soon.
Absinth undrunk, curt note, farewell; The serpent gone, its tracks strewn With Artemisia grey, a sad old tune, An empty house where once I used to dwell.
The stones have woken, and they walk I sleep and dream and lie alone. Rocks run, and all the while they talk In voices loud, in endless monotone:
“She’s left you now, she’s up and gone Nevermore will the doors unlock…” I dream, and waking stones do mock My hopes betrayed, but taken hostage until dawn.
I have been blogging daily on this platform for several years now. It is surprising that I have persisted as the world is changing and "microblogging" is now the norm. I blog to amuse myself, make comment on current affairs, externalise some of my creativity, keep notes on things that interest me, learn something new and to surprise myself with things that I discover about this wonderful, and sometimes crazy, world we live in.
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