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Some of you may be wondering why my posts are less frequent. I am going to have to start putting the poetry here as well and remembering to share about more of what is going on. Most of my posts have been over on my Patreon. Due to the changes in their fee structure I have started a Ko-fi page as well. I am not pulling things from Patreon nor leaving there just yet. I liked and like the control it gives over who sees what that has paid for the access to that tier. Currently though it is not good for those Patrons supporting several artists each with low pledges. This certainly makes me glad that I'd also set up a Paypal me link.

The Paypal me is a bit less obvious and references my publishing company since it is multi-use.
www.paypal.com/thgstardragon


Here is the link to the Ko-fi

www.ko-fi/Amehana

Poem: Clip, Clip, Clop

The Mari Lwyd is a skeletal horse figure comprised of a horse skull, a pole, cloth to hide the bearer, ribbons, bells, and various ornaments. It is a Welsh custom for this figure to go around wassailing around Christmas/Yule tide. More research is needed for me to find folk tales incorporating this figure. I would like to see if there are any connections between the horses that the Seelie and Unseelie courts ride and the Mari Lwyd.

I do have two links for the interested that seem interesting to me.

1. http://www.folkwales.org.uk/mari.html

2. http://www.wales.com/mari-lwyd

 

Clip, Clip, Clop 

Clip, clip, clop

Snow is gonna drop

On the ground

Without a sound

Clip, clip, clop

 

Clip, clip, clop

Will it ever stop

As the Mari  Lwyd

Saunters through

Clip, clip, clop

 

Jingle go the bells

Ringing through dells

For Christmas Day

And warm we will stay

Jingle go the bells

 

Jingle go the bells

As we dance pell mell

Won’t you let us in

We’re kith and kin

Jingle go the bells

 

Clip, clip, clop

We really want to flop

Mari Lwyd sees you there

Open up, don’t just stare

Clip, clip, clop

 

Clip, clip, clop

Pass some wassail or slop

The old says to you goodbye

Before bones lie to dry

Clip, clip, clop

Originally posted at my Patreon.
 

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Why is the Kirsty Picture gone? Who stole the selkie? David, are you hoarding her with the fish tin again?
Ok, I'll do the button this way... Kirsty, that is MY can of smoked oysters...

 

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