Morriganscrow

AUTUMNUS Green Man drifts in yellow, brown, vermillion, Steps rustling, scented deep of soil and Deep buried hollows, rich In peaty treasure, Morels, chantrelles, truffles, dew-touched, spring From nook and cranny; Leaves swim the air, dancing with gravity For each breathless moment, then Touch down, and begin to nourish the Branches that budded them. He walks among them, swathed in umber, in amber, In red and crimson and fire and orange, He shakes the boughs, and plumps up the mossy pillows, Feeds the birds, the small creatures.... ....and moves on.... (c) Morriganscrow. March, 2013.

UNDER WATER What strange fish dart And tremble, beneath the surface Of shadowed seas? What broken songs whisper Along the currents, Among the drifting weeds? What hearts break, in brittle silence, Among the curling, swirling sands And into grottoes lost to human sight? Who sinks, slowly, slowly, Slowly... Into the dark? Morriganscrow (C) Feb, 2013.

My mind sings in rainbow codings, Kaleidoscope sunrises and butterflies' wings, in Ideas all pigmented, awash in roseate Love and Joy all brilliant green as a peacock in flight. Blues explode in laughter, yellows leap up Into the sky, and plunge deep into hearts of purple; Foxfire dances from neuron to neuron, carrying All I am through me in frequencies I taste and touch, In shades I see and hear and smell, sweet Perfumes of hues! I am an explosion.... A conflagration.... A Soul dilation.... I am a Nebula, shining Child of Star Stuff In my endless, glowing Mind..... (C) Morriganscrow 22/06/12

Take heed, take heed ye who have raised weapons, or fists clenched; Or who, with wounding words, or lies, scalding heartskin and My Soul, have wronged me - I know ye...I KNOW ye...I See within ye and I remember! I See ye In all thy smallness, thy weak spite and bravado, thy Arrogance...self-hatred's mask; And I do unto thee the very worst I can... ... ... I forgive thee And turning my face, walk away... And never once look back.... (C) Morriganscrow 30/06/2011.

To the West thunder rumbles, Cloud's indigestion, the flatulence of electrons; Farting lightning, scaring dogs - The barking drowns the borborygmi of The roiling sky. A pending storm - the irritable bowel syndrome Of heaven.... Morriganscrow (C) February 2011

There is a joy in offering Myself to you, a book of many pages, Scented parchment slips so smoothly through Stroking fingers, I am a silken skinned Tome, of stuttered wisdom and childish clarity, Of laughter and tears so intermingled I am both... And neither.... Touch me! ~ Morriganscrow (C) April 2011

My heart, my desires have been comatose For three and twenty years - An empty, echoing, aching void inside, overlapping my heartspace and my solarspace.... Cold in there, so cold, so scarred; crying drifted,lifting the Circling crows of listless despair; I thought I was beyond resusitation, beyond Soulbreath, HeartBeat, Beyond feelings of a simpleton's love; I was wrong, so wrong.... Now, I've found the balm, the gentle breath, so unexpected - The voice, the touch, the essence.... ...and I am filled.... A cord connected me to somewhere/one? I knew I'd lost somehow/when and was bereft. I had searched, unaware I searched, For fi

Sweet scented, sleeping budling tiny one, In leafy grottos, curled up and petal bright, hiding in Plain sight, a velvet child of Spirit, ...Berry cheeked and damask rosy eyelids, long lashes curling Soft and fine, rain beads shimmer on dandelion hair and Cling to lips, perfect in every way.... A patter-pitter of many feet, she wakes and wanders, soft Satin limbs, she touches all the tiny things and Makes them hum with joyful growth; A single rosehip is a banquet, a dewdrop is a bath And where she tippy-toes the forest floor Rustles and shivers with Delight.... Morriganscrow (C) February 2011.

In shell-swept caves of limestone, ancient As ammonites, all powdered, swathed in weeds and bladderwrack; Wherein sigh the waves, and out, a gentle sussurance, as Gaia breathes, salty-sweet and eternal, Her heartbeat echoing in tides and chasms; There Crone sleeps, spume-swaddled, brine-bedded, alone - Dreaming deep, deep dreams of shadowed gulfs, Of water dark and thick and slow, so Cold, so...cold.... Echoing with yearning whalesong, the shrill Chatter of krill, bloodsong of orcas hunting, the trembling Thoughts of nautilus and octopus, the laments Of fish innumerable; She waits.... Waits.... Waits.... Dreaming.... Morrigan

See, my Child, see the Stars? They reflect in your eyes and Whirl across your skySoul; I have so much in my Heart to show you, tell you, Blood of my blood; And your sweet Breath glows, motes of nebulae Birthing as I birthed you. We flew on solar exhalations, Grew in furnaces beyond comprehension, Swam the seas of worlds in their dawning, and yet No beauty touches me More deeply than Your fingers curling, tiny buds, Around mine, and the new, sweet smell Of you. Oh Child! I see the Stars, but my heart breathes for love of You! Morriganscrow (c) January 2011.