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My heart is a raven,
  She loves to soar,
 The Knights stormy sky,
Her beauty blue-black, 
In the mourning Son,
  Feathers spread to dry. 
 She cries out forever,
  More,,,,  
I can see the rainbow,
  In her  black ice eye. 
Kestrel
(reached me by email from JohnnyDeeWesch)

This picture and the wav-file are posted with kind permission
of Odinis from
Wodensharrow.

Morrigan Poem of J. Laskey 
(reached me by email on 06/27/2005)

The Morrigu

She haunts you in your dreams
When you wake you canít even scream
You hear the wind in the midnight sky
Upon which the Morrigu shall fly
She is justice and everything right
Look out for more than dreams tonight...
Between both worlds the crow awaits
This perfect twist of fate
Life or death, living or dead
You canít escape the places youíve tread
Mark my words, make no mistake

Itís only everything she will take...


Morrigan Poem by Anne-Christine Johnson 
(reached me by email on 5/9/2000)

 When the crows shriek thier frightening warnings,
       When autumn ends, and Winter falls,
  You will see a Lady a wondering,weeping through the saddened fields.
       She is turning the Silver Wheel of the seasons.

 When the crows heed thier endless calling,
  Look to the Moon to see a Lady, dancing in the blackened clouds,
And when at night you see her coming, fall in wonder of what
  beauty she possesses, and shed your tears.
 The Great Queen is walking her footsteps once again.
    Morrighan, Morrighan, you'll call her by name.

 When the old earth opens from beneath your feet,
   crows will catch you before you fall and place you in Her cauldron,
 where rebirth waits and death awakens,
   your prophecy you will find.
What you see is Her, walking the shadows and howling to the Universe,
  forewarning Her arrival.

 Black hair falling to Her feet, fill the ocean and become the waves,
Her legs become the forest; Her breasts become the mountains.
     Her womb becomes your ancient home.

                        

Am Mothan
[The Mothan (a magical herb)]

Now I pick the Sacred Mothan,
As did Mapon macc Matrona,
In the Holy Name of Dagda,
And of Brigit, Lugh and Danu.

Though in Field of Furious Fighting,
Where no Bounds are known to Anger,
Be Thou Happiness and Comfort,
Mighty Morrighan's Protection!


Obi ri Droch Shuil
[Spell for the Evil Eye]

Here beeth Morrhigan's Spell for the Eye,
Given to Beautiful Brighid.
Use it for Earth and for Sea,
And for Fire and Wind.
Use it for Talon and Wing,
And for Tooth of the Wolf.

Let he who laid the Eye on thee,
By selfsame Eye have Curses three:
His Flock decreased, his House destroyed,
His ev'ry Wile for nought deployed!

By Awesome Strength destroy the Eye!
Deflect from thee the Burning Dart,
The Triple Doleful Tongues of Death,
Descending to the Bowels,
The Naval, and the Breast!

From Brighid's Heart,
From Cailleach's Heart,
From Danu's Heart!
So be it!



Morrigan

With closed eyes I look at you
Standing tall and regal,
Your hair blowing freely
In the swirling gusts of wind
The fire in your eyes
Could freeze the heart of an enemy
The firmness of your mouth
Spreads the tentacles of terror
Or the torrents of passion
Or both.

You stand with your arms
Around the sleek neck
Of your faithful, deadly battle Mare
Your weapons close at hand
Ready for battles
Of war or of love
Cold disciplined confidence
Surrounds you like a cloak
Of fine silk.

No one dares approach you
All stare with jealous admiration
Your identity screams
For all to hear
Bad assed Bitch
Warrior, Amazon
Goddess, Morrigan.

angel 1-28-97

Hymn to the Morrigan by Isaac Bonewits

O Morrigan, we call your name Across the dusty years.
You speak to us, of blood and lust. You show us all our fears.
You are a goddess, old and wise. Of holy power you have no dearth.
Beneath your wings : Black, Red and White, We learn of death and birth.

You walk about, this ancient land, Your hungers raw and clear.
You make the crops, grow rich and strong, As well your geese and deer.
A flirting maid, a lusty hag, A mother of great girth :
Without the touch of your black wings, We cannot heal the earth.

You float upon, a blood red wave, Of swords and spears and knives.
Your voice inspires, fear and dread, That you'll cut short our lives.
You try the warriors', courage sore, Our inner souls unearth.
Without the touch of your red wings, We cannot know our worth.

You fly above the silver clouds, To Manannan's shining Gate.
You lead the dead along that path, To meet our final fate.
The joke's on us, we find within, A land of laughter and of mirth.
Without the touch of your white wings, We cannot have rebirth.