"She of the Gleaming Edge" (poem for Morrigan)

[Morag]

Glory to Morrigan
Eidolon sovereign
of blooded battlefields

Rich soil, soaked through.
Everything grows where death walked.

Queen of the Cycle
Rebirthing yourself anew

Year after year
day after day
my devotion grows
out of blood-soaked clay

Shall I offer whiskey,
that you may sleep and leave the world in peace?

No
I think I shall offer coffee
That you may have the energy
to do what needs to be done

Shining edge, gleaming steel
cuts away what doesn’t belong
It’s finished now
It’s done.





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I don't write a lot of poetry for tM...or actually a lot of devotional poetry in general, though that's slowly changing. But yeah, I wrote this a few weeks ago, and just now decided I wanted to share it here as well as my website.


So. There y'all are. A poem for tM. Enjoy.

*slinks back into zir cave*

-Morag

[Sage]

 
*finger snaps*

[Catherine]

 
Nice!

[Emerald]

So. There y'all are. A poem for tM. Enjoy.

*slinks back into zir cave*

-Morag

 
I like how you described tM in this poem.

[Morag]

*finger snaps*

 

Nice!

 

I like how you described tM in this poem.

 
Sorry I'm so late replying to this! Forums got marked as read; brain is a sieve; spoons ran away.

Thanks everyone! *warm fuzzies* I was kind of nervous posting this poem, so I'm glad to see y'all like it. ^_^

[Sage]

Sorry I'm so late replying to this! Forums got marked as read; brain is a sieve; spoons ran away.

Thanks everyone! *warm fuzzies* I was kind of nervous posting this poem, so I'm glad to see y'all like it. ^_^

 
I hope you know you have initiated a "Gaelic deities poetry war" between us, Morag. Let the games begin.

[Sophia C]

Glory to Morrigan
Eidolon sovereign
of blooded battlefields

Rich soil, soaked through.
Everything grows where death walked.

Queen of the Cycle
Rebirthing yourself anew

Year after year
day after day
my devotion grows
out of blood-soaked clay

Shall I offer whiskey,
that you may sleep and leave the world in peace?

No
I think I shall offer coffee
That you may have the energy
to do what needs to be done

Shining edge, gleaming steel
cuts away what doesn’t belong
It’s finished now
It’s done.

I love this. I'll do some meditating with it. I don't find enough poetry for tM - I'm always looking, with the intention of using bits and pieces in ritual. Thanks for sharing it.