Rite of the Unseen Lord

An Elizabethan conjuration that never was...

Years ago, when I was absorbed in English witchcraft, I wanted to write something that functioned in equal parts as a poem and a ritual conjuration, based on an experience I’d had in woodland, in the depths of North Yorkshire, on one particular day.

And I wanted this spell-poem to give an impression of great age, as though unearthed after years unremembe…