In my household when I accidentally say something that rhymes, my husband shouts out a stock-standard, “You’re a poet and you don’t know it,” at which point I yell, “But I do! And I have the proof!” This is because a) we are idiots, and b) I was fortunate enough to have a poem published earlier on this year. This poem was called The Fairie Rules, and it appeared in the fantastic Lycan Valley publications Beasts and Brews anthology. The Fairie Rules is a grim little poem about a person being taken into the faerie realm and being unable to get out again.
When it was published my family did their usually lovely ritual of talking about it/showing everyone who came within their vicinity, and my Nana was no exception. Her cleaner arrived one Tuesday, business as usual, but by ten o’clock she’d been ordered to put down the duster and “take a look at my Granddaughter’s latest”. Unbeknownst to my Nana, her cleaner is a practicing pagan, and she thought my poem would fit their night of chanting for the upcoming summer solstice. She asked for my permission to use it, jotted down a copy, and went on her merry way.
Fast-forward to this weekend, and I am thrilled to report that on June 21st, at a secret location somewhere in the early hours of the morning, a group of Pagans chanted my poem as part of their summer solstice ritual celebrations. I absolutely love that this has happened, and I really wish I could have seen it! Writing truly is the gift that keeps on giving.
Here’s to many more unusual requests in future!