With wings as black as night, what death holds sway
By powers strong and ancient, death’s favored creature
Spirits burst to song at the Morrigan’s passing
With dark song filling the air, tulips wilt turning bare
As they pass through the morning air
Bird of mourning wears death’s sting
Fear of dank, dark passage, ‘neath thine unholy wing
Cold and callous they now fly
Great Tsi Sgili eye, born of fear and nightmare, true and sure
Thirteen times it calls
Thine soul bids goodbye, heaven and hell ever near
Which are thee - shall thou persevere?
*1: The Morrigan are the three Celtic sister goddesses of battle,the earth, death, and destiny, their names are Morrigan, Badb,and Nemaine.
*2: Tsi Sgili is a Cherokee witch who has the power to kill with their mind, and the ability to feed off of death,according to google the name literally means owl witch.
Categories:
badb, bird, dark, death, emo,
Form: Narrative
Timeless island woman,
I am the daughter
of the sons of Mil.
I am Badb, Derdriu, and
Medb queen of Connacht
dancing in our fertility festivals'
flickering firelight.
I watch my warrior go
naked into battle
with sandals on his feet,
the torc I wove golden at his throat,
sword and shield in hand.
I listen for the distant
possessed scream of his warp spasm
(a fearsome howling from the throat
and bulging of the face)
that with the screech of pipes
will bring defeat to our enemy.
I sit fiercely smiling
holding open my parted vulva
in anticipation of
coming home passion.
I am sheela-na-gig
Celtic god.
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The inspiration for this historical piece is from a photograph in
Thomas Cahill's "How The Irish Saved Civilization" published
by Doubleday 1995.
Categories:
badb, history, people, places,
Form: Narrative