This Circle is forged in: Freedom
This Circle is forged in: Story
This Circle is forged in: Protection
This Circle is forged in: Power
This Circle is forged in: Fabulousness
In Tribe …is forged in: Purpose Joy
In Kindness In Laughter Love Ancestry


I call upon hearth and home
I call upon broken bone
I call upon Skuld -endings, doors, ways and hedge. Cutter Atropos
Dark heart of the blackest moon! Hekate lover of witches roam

Mama Death! Teach us to Call! To dance! To laugh!
Pirouette and don’t forget: boogie oogie disco thump,
spin yarn and soul by pricking and tickling and a turn
Balance and chance lead us in the Trance
Mama Death Dance

By Scythe’s Tiara glitters in gold and shiny stone
Papa, Pele, Isis and Amazons- Ares’ stats to Odin’s eye, Ma’am Brigitte spy!
Chooser and gate Flirt and mate Rock and rate
By the ticking and the toc, the knock and knell
Sit for a spell and raise some hell

By witches wailing- heckling and calling upon what is to be called (and what is not.) Woe and wonderful Lady who sails on air for veils calling them, those before

I call upon feathered wing, flightless and found on the ground curious curios from a field found fallow. Slitherers and giverers. The in-between beings: dare to found and find. Bind.

I call the Queen
I call upon bell and chair, rung and done, sit upon, turned over, kicked and shoved. Three so mote it be, but more, so many, blind to eyes that look too hard at the moon
Down and dig it, dig down! Deeper we go: call upon it then!
I call upon blood that soaks, seeps, stuffs and spills wicked smiles that seat desire amongst those who dare to know better: but don’t!

I call the King hidden in four forms: lad knight Father and sage
Sorcerers suck dwell divine, shaman chant- magus and mage!
Lord of Woods leap and love, jig and jive, weave all lore
Sit in singing stools stirring stories of yore

Come and go, forth and from, back again
Heart and lance, pretty and prance
Mama Death Dance

Ah the sound! I call the beat of drum! I call the whistles and thistles thudding and budding. Bump. Such a sound! The known tone and the mystery. Call the song, come along. Fret and bet, the feet to a beat that skips Skip! I call upon the skipping stones that know home and away that play.

By the light
Call upon the flick flint flame flowering empowering Ha!
Dare to chance a charge? Squeeze and bang, wrap arms round, on toes and shadow.

Upon Land! Mud and sand twirl and hunker down
Upon the guiding Star, Auntie Twinkle so bright in the night, in the dawn, long for light and mirrored ball…hear dirt sparkle- louder than bower.

Call the waves, call back in the toes, it knows the rain and mists
Veils of fog losing following home, again it goes. Spin! Them all! Call!

Screaming beaming, yell in stage whispers, giggle and blow. Breath of the mountain from afar and inside. Winds winding up strumming a hum, a song. A Call, to twist again. And be known. Sung and done.

Call that breath of idea, the gasp before speech, save those words
She’ll need them
Feast and fest- dance and rest.
You’ll need them
Call upon Mama Death
Mama Death Dance

Chants:
Brighid
Anubis
Oya
Persephone
LA Huesuda
Hel
Morana Morgana Morrigan


Enkidu by heart stone
Inanna by gem and bone
Osiris by Tree and trunk
Dionysus by Wine drunk
Oak by brother blade
Orpheus by music played
Light by sails west blessed quest