O Morrigan, O Morrigu

unedited, words flowing forth without pause.

these times of sadness and awe
these times of blessing and prophecy
the strands of fate woven so tight
the threads gleaming with a whiteness
that remind of white knuckles
bones

mother of mantras
but isn’t that you Maa
Durga Maa
Kali Maa
Saraswati Maa
it swirls and we swirl together
spilling candidly into one another
they say courage and candour
we chant it together - mantra

O Morrigan, O Morrigu
100 witches sing together
surrounded by the red wood people
with black bears reminding us of
the wildness encroaching
exploding through us
but we aren’t outside or inside of wildness
wildness is a verb
just like love

so we wild together
and all these rivers of ancestral power
of story-lines and shattered hopes
of dreams torn apart
by colonial ships and masts
by plundering and philosophising
holding hostage and hijacking
our own negotiations
our own lore and law

O Morrigan, O Morrigu
my own crane bag is shaking
Manannán stands on one leg now
they are riding with the waves through that country
they are helping conjure the precious magic
that contains and gives us a place to stand
to dance to teach each other the artistry required
O the treasures
they are not taken or lost
they are waiting
waiting to be touched

O Morrigan, O Morrigu
we screech and cry your names
we whisper them with holy awe and calm
they shape us anew
with clay from the riverbed
of the river you straddle
as you fuck the world into death and into life

O battle crow
O eel
O wolf
O cow
O hag
O woman
O field and forest
O mountain and snow
O wind and howling
and all silence
all ancient
all now

these are times which devastate
but lay that blame not on time
but on the great rejection of reckoning
on the stipulation of strident strategy
locking away the spiralling of the galaxies
into tiny beads that choke the waterways
O but Morrigan says,
the people say,
With queer rage and empathy we fight for peace and follow each other home.

O Morrigan
you are the arrows of fierce love
you are the swords of peace
you are the stones that sing
you are the waters that hold the dreams
you are the witness to oaths and law
the maker and breaker of what has been
and what is to come
by your thunderous prophecy
calms the strands of fate
seduces the Otherworld
into a new land
a different word
a promise of something
that seems a vision.

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