Pagan Poetry: Sight from the Morrigan


Art – Bojan Jevtić

Sight from the Morrigan

Needle claws
Across my eyes
Blood drenched rivers
Flow across my arms
Blink to black then white
Crow sight
There stands a woman covered
In soot and darkness dirt
Blacked by the flames
Of fields once quickened
Rise and rise again
Paid for in sacrifice
Blade across the throat
Screaming out
Crow speak
Tempered never in robes of magnetic fury
Cascading in ember burnt husks of glitter
Do you think you know what it means
To be the daughter of a Queen?
Think and think again

– Joanne Morris 2017
All my own work all rights reserved

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One Response to Pagan Poetry: Sight from the Morrigan

  1. Sara Stewart says:

    Another amazing piece of writing. The Morrigan led me here to read this tonight; I needed it so badly. Thank you

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