Poem: An Mhórríghan

Do you think you can scry with that glass ball?
Put it aside. It’s a symbol only.
Simply close your eyes and slip through the veil

Do I surprise you, without my fearsome face?
You challenge yourself, face your fears boldly.
With a brave smile, you pull the thorns barehanded.

I breathe in life, exhale death. Carrion crow,
serpent, cow, crone, a woman soaked with blood —
I accept your praise and give you blessings.

Morrigan by André Koehne via Wikimedia Commons

Morrigan by André Koehne via Wikimedia Commons

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About whitecatgrove

The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.
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