Thursday, 15 November 2012

Writings by SADIE SHRUB


SHEETH HAG’       by Sadie Shrub
Knocking on wonder’s door
She drifts among dreams and shadow lands
She is Sheeth Hag
Lilith Mazi-Aztarte
But you can call her Lily

She is the twisted ugly beauty
Of a dead life
She is clear of vision in her blind eye
Just as painted perfect features halves her face
To a grotesque mask

She lives in earth’s graveyard
Amongst tangled limbs of Breasted Yew
Bearing Male protrusions and full of fruit
Wise old roots soak up years of re-cycled humans

She is Destroyer and Creator
Weapon wielding Durga Ma
Mother, Goddess, Crone, Huntress for the Full Moon
She drinks sacred femininity
Menstruation blood and semen feed her power

You will find her in the beginning
And at the end of a circle
Forging in her crucible
She is weaving words
To whisper in your ear
“In the midst of Life
We are in Death”


‘FINDING BALANCE IN DUALITY’        By Sadie Shrub

The Void
The Bright
Dark and Night
Original Sin
Original Light
Nothing is Original
Balance of Equality
Ebony and Ivory
A harmonious Union
Yoni Yin
Lingam Lang
Balance of Opposites
Extremes of
Good and Evil
Merge
To become
Nothing
A whole
Equally divided
The Creation and Destruction
Of Abyss
By splitting the Atom
We created the Bomb
About finding balance
Weighing up the scales
When they Equal
There is Nothing




Written in dedication to all souls lost and found, for the unborn, and for Kev.

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

TRIBE OF MOG HAVE A SHOP!



Come and see the wonderful wares, aboristic arts and curious crafts of artist members at


www.etsy.com

Look for TribeOfMog under 'shops'


Also Jack Tree or SadieShrub under 'people'


There are wooden bowls, masks, decorative boxes and soon to come jewellery and much much more!!!


Wednesday, 20 July 2011

INSECTOIDS by Sadie Shrub

'INSECTOIDS' ...Beware the mutant insects of our future world…


“Muscadraco Genemitous”



This is what could happen to Earths’ most ancient of beasts surviving the post apocalyptic millennia…

Life on Planet Earth is very different. Long gone are the human race, leaving only a legacy of Industrial and Agricultural chemical wasteland…

The sole survivors are the wondrous mini-beasts of our former insect kingdom…

As in some forgotten era of the Planets’ pre-history, monstrous critters are dominating the skies, lands and seas, helping to keep the bio-sphere from certain destruction after the devastations wreaked by Humans…

Feeding off pollens and nectars of crops long-affected by unnatural chemicals in pesticides and fertilizers, drinking from waters fluorescent with radioactive spillages, as they struggle to fly through air thick and crackling with electro-static fog from the over-use of micro and radio wave technologies;… these winged and stinged creepy crawlies have long since developed immunities to insecticides, causing them to grow enormous in size as evolutionary mutations increase with every disruption to the genetic order of life as we once knew it.

(created by Sadie Shrub)

Friday, 14 January 2011

Us and Them?

HERE'S TO THE CRAZY ONES. THE MISFITS. THE REBELS. THE TROUBLEMAKERS. THE ROUND PEGS IN THE SQUARE HOLES. THE ONES WHO SEE THINGS DIFFERENTLY. THEY'RE NOT FOND OF RULES. AND THEY HAVE NO RESPECT FOR THE STATUS QUO. YOU CAN QUOTE THEM, DISAGREE WITH THEM, DISBELIEVE THEM, GLORIFY OR VILIFY THEM, ABOUT THE ONLY THING THAT YOU CAN'T DO, IS IGNORE THEM. BECAUSE THEY CHANGE THINGS. THEY INVENT. THEY IMAGINE. THEY HEAL. THEY EXPLORE. THEY CREATE. THEY INSPIRE. THEY PUSH THE HUMAN RACE FORWARD; MAYBE THEY HAVE TO BE CRAZY. BECAUSE THE ONES WHO ARE CRAZY ENOUGH TO THINK THAT THEY CAN CHANGE THE WORLD, ARE THE ONES WHO DO.


Saw this recently in a window of a local cafe, sure its not original but thanks for that John :-)

Saturday, 24 October 2009

SUNDOWN ON THE RIVER by Sadie Shub

Strokes in the water,
The river strokes me back,
I respond to the changes in depth, texture,...
Smooth, reflective surface,
Breaks beneath my wooden extention of shoulder, arm, hand..
Reaching into the inky tension
Fat, liquid body...

Neptune bubbles in slumber
Icy fingers beckon through eddies and whirls,
Longing invitations to join the depths of our river's darker side...
Skeleton ribs line the banks,
Shipwrecked souls in history,
Our vessel breathes new life,
Paddles still, we are swept along trustful, hlepless
Held safely by the flow of current...
Prehistoric visions of deep gorged valley
Sides covered in thick forest
Twiggy branches threatening to snap,
Overcome beneath cormorants
Who shift bulky bodies,
Spreading damp wings
Cathcing glimpses of evasive flight
Magnificent fisher king, King of the Fishes
Flash of irridescent blue, orange breast

………

Sunset colours streak the dusky sky
Smell of wood smoke
Pop and snap of bladderwrack beneath muddy feet
As light fades, Jupiter revealed,
Silouetted swan glides into view
Splashing heartbeat, we row as one,
Closer now we humans to Natures embrace
A star shoots across the galaxy,
Light years transport my wish
For this lasting moment on the Dart.