the keening woman

Mourgana of the Fey

an intimate stranger stood aside this road

coal cloaked bronze bonfires

signaling spaces were once eyes

 

in ruffled camouflage silence escaped

clothed as nomadic woman

her kajal mouth moving

 

once swan necked moon

graced grave formations

in a galaxy other

older than poesy

 

I virago, I Freya

staff keeper thread weaver

a name was given

 

from mine ears

Tuonela herding abide

incarnated stars

 

totemic maiden

I stand vigil

crib 

and

crown

me

 

sing kuru chant

my initials

death spelled

peel wisdom

from mine eyelids

 

beloved Vanir

we lay at Earths crust

wading through

the high grass

 

diadems from dew

frocks of late frost

return

 

Love is

the only way

to remember

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Like sparks off a fire brief flashes glow and then extinguish into darkness in this poem. These images pass yet there remains a light that glows. Lovely and warming. Particularly like the last stanza.

    • Mourgana of the Fey

      Thank you for sharing your reflections on this piece, much appreciated!

    • Poetic Licence

      A lovely combination of images as you read through this write, ending in a lovely stanza, enjoyed the read

    • Lorenz

      Wild goose flight over the fjord !

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      The norse gods and goddesses summoned in a poem that most captivates the imagination and the heart. Indeed, "love is the only way to remember". Brilliant, Rian, brilliant! 🌹👏

      • Mourgana of the Fey

        Thank you Tristan for gazing into the heart of this poem, much appreciated!

      • David Wakeling

        An amazing poem. It is certainly magical. Be careful poetry can cast a spell. Wonderful read and yes Love is the only way to remember. Enjoyable read

        • Mourgana of the Fey

          Thank you David for sharing your words on this piece, yes poetry can be spell like, there are parts of poetry or of writing where one can cross realms.

        • NafisaSB

          beautiful use of the Gods/goddesses of yore..enjoyed reading it



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