The Singing Moon update is live on BPTP & BPAL!

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As you guys may know, many of the Labbies make an annual pilgrimage to the San Diego Comic Con. This one happens to overlap with a full moon, so Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and Black Phoenix Trading Post are putting up their Lunacy offerings a little early. The scents and shirt will be live on their respective sites from 7/24 til 7/31.

 

The tee:

 

The scents:

SINGING MOON

Green, in the wizard arms

Of the foam-bearded Atlantic,

An isle of old enchantment,

A melancholy isle,

Enchanted and dreaming lies;

And there, by Shannon's flowing,

In the moonlight, spectre-thin,

The spectre Erin sits.

 

An aged desolation,

She sits by old Shannon's flowing,

A mother of many children,

Of children exiled and dead,

In her home, with bent head, homeless,

Clasping her knees she sits,

Keening, keening!

 

And at her keen the fairy-grass

Trembles on dun and barrow;

Around the foot of her ancient crosses

The grave-grass shakes and the nettle swings;

In haunted glens the meadow-sweet

Flings to the night wind

Her mystic mournful perfume;

The sad spearmint by holy wells

Breathes melancholy balm.

Sometimes she lifts her head,

With blue eyes tearless,

And gazes athwart the reek of night

Upon things long past,

Upon things to come.

 

And sometimes, when the moon

Brings tempest upon the deep,

The roused Atlantic thunders from his caverns in the west,

The wolfhound at her feet

Springs up with a mighty bay,

And chords of mystery sound from the wild harp at her side,

Strung from the hearts of poets;

And she flies on the wings of tempest

With grey hair streaming:

A meteor of evil omen,

The spectre of hope forlorn,

Keening, keening!

 

She keens, and the strings of her wild harp shiver

On the gusts of night:

O'er the four waters she keens—over Moyle she keens,

O'er the Sea of Milith, and the Strait of Strongbow,

And the Ocean of Columbus.

 

And the Fianna hear, and the ghosts of her cloudy hovering heroes;

And the swan, Fianoula, wails o'er the waters of Inisfail,

Chanting her song of destiny,

The rune of weaving Fates.

And the nations hear in the void and quaking time of night,

Sad unto dawning, dirges,

Solemn dirges,

And snatches of bardic song;

Their souls quake in the void and quaking time of night,

And they dream of the weird of kings,

And tyrannies moulting, sick,

In the dreadful wind of change.

 

Wail no more, lonely one, mother of exiles, wail no more,

Banshee of the world—no more!

The sorrows are the world's, though art no more alone;

Thy wrongs, the world's.

 

Moonlight over grave grass, meadowsweet, marsh hellebore, rock sea-lavender, Irish Lady's-tresses, melancholy thistle, and wood bitter-vetch, with the scent of autumn fires in the distance, sprayed by wind howling over the Atlantic.

 

 

THE EMATHIDES

The chosen Muse here ends her sacred lays;

The nymphs unanimous decree the bays,

And give the Heliconian Goddesses the praise.

Then, far from vain that we shou'd thus prevail,

But much provok'd to hear the vanquish'd rail,

Calliope resumes: Too long we've born

Your daring taunts, and your affronting scorn;

Your challenge justly merited a curse,

And this unmanner'd railing makes it worse.

Since you refuse us calmly to enjoy

Our patience, next our passions we'll employ;

The dictates of a mind enrag'd pursue,

And, what our just resentment bids us, do.

 

The railers laugh, our threats and wrath despise,

And clap their hands, and make a scolding noise:

But in the fact they're seiz'd; beneath their nails

Feathers they feel, and on their faces scales;

Their horny beaks at once each other scare,

Their arms are plum'd, and on their backs they bear

Py'd wings, and flutter in the fleeting air.

Chatt'ring, the scandal of the woods they fly,

And there continue still their clam'rous cry:

The same their eloquence, as maids, or birds,

Now only noise, and nothing then but words.

 

Gleaming eyes, screeching voices, glistening wings: black amber, black orchid, black currant, olive blossom, wood violet, lavender, blue musk, rose attar, and cedar.

 

 

VIRGO 2007

Mutable earth: the essence of analysis.

Fennel, valerian, maidenhair fern, carrot seed, honeysuckle, and myrtle.

 

 

Tonight, some of our 4oz memorabilia bottles will be going up on eBay.

 

If you’re going to the Con, please stop by the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund charity auction or come by their booth (1831). Your shopping thirst will be slaked, and the money will go to a very, very worthy cause!

 

Fret not: while some of us are at Comic Con, it will still be business as usual at Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. Emails will be answered, orders will be packed and shipped.