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𓄀 Our Beasts

𓀗 Our Dances

𓁋 Join Our Side

𓁉 Merchandise

𓁄 Events Photos

𓀦 Our Gatherings

𓁖 Folk Against Fascism

𓁃 Ritualistic Face Paint

🗝 The Chosen Few

🗝 Members Area: Kit

🗝 Members Area: Music

🗝️ Members Area: Dances

🗝 Members Area: Calendar

🗝️ Member Area - Guidelines

𓄀 Our Beasts

𓀗 Our Dances

𓁋 Join Our Side

𓁉 Merchandise

𓁄 Events Photos

𓀦 Our Gatherings

𓁖 Folk Against Fascism

𓁃 Ritualistic Face Paint

🗝 The Chosen Few

🗝 Members Area: Kit

🗝 Members Area: Music

🗝️ Members Area: Dances

🗝 Members Area: Calendar

🗝️ Member Area - Guidelines

Blackthorn Merchandise is usually available at our main gatherings

Blackthorn

Blackthorns burst into blurs of bloom, darkening under penumbras of early bees, each corolla a flare of petals, promising payloads of nectar to beetles with probing mouths, the air heady with smells of sweetness and sex. All this a generous ruse. Job done, the petals shed, and the lichen-scabbed twigs are serried with spines. Bees flex stings. Birds await the biting harvest of the sloes.

Poem by Giles Watson.

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