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Solivagant Wisdom: Slow Living for Quiet Souls @solivagantwisdom.bsky.social · Jul 8
Solivagant's #workshops, #retreats & #hypnocoaching are designed to nurture the innate #giftedness and #wisdom of #introversion, #solitude, #highsensitivity & #neurodivergence.

Solivagant Wisdom adheres to the principles of #slowliving and #slowculture #quiet

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#poem / #photography:
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#poetrycommunity #birch #trees #athena #winter #hoarfrost #Byzantine #icon #vestal #winterwords #monochrome #landscape #January
Consolatrice Coy birch, Drear birch - her Terminal foil-flare: Ghostly sulphur of Byzantine Fire at Year’s Gloaming. Athena of the Afflicted - Serene rigour, Solemn pallor - with Arms raised not in Supplication, but in Sublime Resignation. Aloof icon-sphinx - Gold flakes ceded to Opaque ice – she is Vestal in her Hoar-crust shift of Implacable, blank-eyed Grief. White-hot flush of Ash cupped from Spent pyres - Heaped over Core and head in Vexed, doleful Clutches - She holds out Frost-clumped, branch-tip Hands that glisten as Glazed drupes in the Silver glow of the Morning Star. Such play of Spectral light across Milk-white feather-spikes, Glimpsed at break of Dawn, brings Strange joy, Strange solace. Clip of wing, gust of wind: Sight of unsurpassed grace Atomized - Turned to brittle, Vapour-grain Clouds in an Instant. Now I Mourn. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025 Inspired by Печальная береза (“Sorrowful Birch”, 1842), Afanasy Fet (1820-1892) ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2021 Black-and-white image of hoar-frosted woodland brink amid a snowy landscape. Trees admit the low-lying winter sun.
January 26, 2026 at 9:45 AM
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#PoemsAbout #FalseCrowns 🙏 @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk

#newpoem: ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025

#WickerMan #Satire #FanFiction #FolkHorror #WeirdSisters #70s #Cults #ProsePoem

#image: ©Richard Littler, 2016
Wicker Man Sequel I: Winter of Discontent, 1973-74 Once the ice cubes are Sucked dry, Our frosted breaths spell D—th: Mouthed but never, ever Sounded. They come in Threes: Tokens hinting at some Calamity afoot. Firstly: Our genial hybrid – part folk horror, part Noir, part musical, part documentary – Mangled into some double-feature, B-movie schlock fest. Secondly: The Burren Head Wicker Man ruin Prefiguring the fate of the Director’s Cut negative, buried under Pylons that prop up the M4. You just don’t do that to a negative! Sergeant Howie would no doubt Liken such an act to desecrating the Host. Thirdly: Prophetic atrocity nested in an Islander’s dream. Christ mocking us with His earthly span: that execrable “Not the Bees!” Hollywood Remake, Thirty-three years hence. Baulking at child sacrifice, We abandon a plot to kidnap the future Leading man, just nine years old in 1973. We get what we want: a Bountiful harvest. But demand for our apples Plummets in the aftermath of the October War. We enlist the W.I.* Expertise of matriarchs from Christian neighbours in the Archipelago, who teach us the Lost alchemical arts of Chutney and bottled preserves. Their dignified, often formidable Bearing stuns us. We start to wonder at Our role as bit-part players in those Tawdry, communal Sex romps splayed nightly before The Green Man - enacted to Delight Our Laird and His Inner Circle, Three Blonde Weird Sisters. Yes, Lord Summerisle – that Hefner-cum-Dracula Cult commandant, with his Walt Whitman snail fetish; His drag-queen shtick Designed to Upstage the May Queen. He languishes Now that the Weird Sisters - The Landlord’s Daughter The Headmistress The Librarian – have Fled the island. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025 With Emotional incontinence Born of intemperance, He weeps at photographs Blazoning his Prize crop; Searches the inscrutable Gaze that rivets him to the Life-size portrait of his Victorian grandsire; Wakes in cold sweats at Nightmares in which his Venerable forebear’s Eye sockets bore into the Back of his head. Elsewhere on the island, with the Three-Day Week in full swing, Televisions and lava lamps expire as Dusk falls. Lindsay Kemp - Alder MacGregor, if you will - Teaches bored kids the art of Shadow-play mime by Guttering candlelight. The Green Man is plagued by the Ghost of Willow MacGregor’s Butt-naked Body double pounding on the Wall adjoining the Guest Room – a scene Played out in Infinite loops. At our wits’ end, We coax a grim-jawed Exorcist out of his Glasgow Presbytery. He grudgingly agrees to Rid us of this Maddening nuisance. All the while, Lord Summerisle - Listless, demoralized, Drunken recluse in his Baronial manor - Slouches towards his Appointment with the Wicker Man. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025 *W.I. – Women’s Institute ©Richard Littler/Scarfolk, 2016 Scarfolk spoof of a heritage-site road sign which, in this instance, signals the proximity of the Wicker Man site (just 300 yards away) managed by "The Necromantic Trust."
January 22, 2026 at 11:20 PM
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🙏 to @dragonslayerma.bsky.social host of #PromptCombo #Nightfall

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#Sleep #Night #poetrycommunity #DepthPsychology #Symbolism #Monochrome #cemetery #nyx #hypnos
Sleep’s Darkling Promise Chalice-charmed Sleep - Bourne-vessel that Cools, Quells the Chafe-ache of all who Crave and Strive and Pine. Waystation that Beacon-beckons the Coveted Homecoming to Oblivion. Shuttered portals that Open up onto Bottomless eyes pooling Bottomless wells of Solace at the Still, dark core of Self. Fathomless span of Raven-winged sleep: Feather-lit gravity of the Delicate-pitched Witching Hour. In Sleep, we are Skinned of our wits, Wherefore-shorn, Whither-stripped - Kept aloft on Hushed, motionless Pinions. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025 Inspired by Сон (“Sleep”, “Dream”, 1896), Fyodor Sologub (1863-1927), Russian Symbolist ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025 Black-and-white image of a statue fronting a mausoleum in a cemetery in Germany. Statue depicts a dark, female figure seated.
January 5, 2026 at 8:57 AM
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Today is John Milton’s 417th Birthday. Reading Paradise Lost for the first time in my teens remains one of the most important moments of my own creative life.

As a tribute to him, here’s a recording of me reading his sonnet number 19, on his blindness. #poetrycommunity #JohnMilton #poetsonbluesky
December 9, 2025 at 2:44 PM