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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2 thoughts on “Poem: An Mhórríghan

  1. Our eyes and memories are truly glass-balls that allow us to see beyond our immediate surroundings. The long range version of these are our intuition and our imagination. The alternate reality version of this is the Otherworld.

  2. Our eyes and memories are truly glass-balls that allow us to see beyond our immediate surroundings. The long range version of these are our intuition and our imagination.

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