Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
I’m currently building a deeper relationship with my tutelary deity, an Mórrígan, based on studies with the Irish Pagan School and my own observations and experience. One tool I’m using is a deck of oracle cards by Morpheus Ravenna and Hannah Storyteller called The Morrigan’s Oracle, and many poems this month will be based on the titles of these cards. I shall try and include pictures, when I remember!
How many times she has told me
Stillness
How many times they shout
From their papery prison
Voices heard by means of escape
Open the doors
Let them out
Stillness
Sitting in my hand
Then on the skull,
The jar
The wand
Resting there on my altar
Stillness
Yet in my mind I fail
To embrace their message
Is it any wonder
This time
The card comes out
Reversed.