Pagan Poetry – The Cailleach


The Cailleach

“Bloody teeth and wizened fingertips, a Holy unholy sight, hobbling and hopping across the border,
Alight and brazen, aching to be something Other, Older, Wiser, Starting once again,
In the bowels of the Earth in the depths of Winter but never lifeless, not even in Death,
Mad with knowledge, empty vessels poured out on the naked land, renewed.
Everything is beyond the grasp of the fearful, embody fear instead, and howl, scream out into the night…”

– The Cailleach in meditation

Joey Morris 2017 All rights reserved

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