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Pagan Poetry - Sight of 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

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