Her Scars

Her Scars
By Muninn’s Kiss

She is not a spotless virgin
not a flawless bride
not without blemish
not young and in her prime.

Her scars are like canyons cut in her skin
the Grand Canyon
Zion Canyon
the Marianas Trench.

Her skin it ripples with stretch marks
like hills rising and falling
ridges and valleys
from the moment of plates.

In her sickness a fever rages
like wildfires and forest fires
grass fires and oil fires
burning away the sickness bringing new life.

She hasn’t shaved and seldom does
hair standing up on her skin
like trees and bushes and shrubs
uneven all different covering her skin.

Blood and puss bubble up from her skin
blood spewing forth like lava
flowing down the mountains of Hawaii
puss shooting forth like ash covering the land.

She is not spotless not flawless not young
but the scars of her age show her beauty
each scar a work of art adding to her perfection
Would we have the Earth any other way?

What Did You Know in the Womb? A Riddle

What Did You Know in the Womb? 

A Riddle

By Muninn's Kiss 

What did you know before you could speak?

What did you know in the womb?

What fled your mind when you learned your first word?

What did you know in the womb?

What do you hear on the wings of the wind?

What did you know in the womb?

What do you learn from the crash of the waves?

What did you know in the womb?

What do you feel from the towering trees?

What did you know in the womb?

What do you learn from the smallest of leaves?

What did you know in the womb?

What do you learn watching the herds?

What did you know in the womb?

What do you see when you watch the wolf hunt?

What did you know in the womb?

What do you feel in the soul of the hare?

What did you know in the womb?

What do you learn soaring with the hawk?

What did you know in the womb?

On what was the earth founded older than all there is?

What did you know in the womb?

Who cries out in the streets and the gates?

What did you know in the womb?

Whose sister understands all and brother knows all?

What did you know in the womb?

What do you know more the less that you know?

What did you know in the womb?

What's deeper than deep and higher than high?

What did you know in the womb?

For what would you give your own right eye?

What did you know in the womb?

Whose craft do you know and whose art do you serve?

What did you know in the womb?

The older you get the closer you get,

What did you know in the womb?

When you step across what will learn?

What did you know in the womb?

The cold womb of Death the warm womb of Life,

What did you know in the womb?

The Throne of Bone

The Throne of Bone
A Poem of the Winter Solstice
By Muninn’s Kiss

Darkest night and shortest day,
Shadows reign and darkness calls,
The shadowy figure of Death stands by,
Patiently waiting for all to fall.

Each child born will surly die,
None is spared and all know why,
At Death’s bone throne each one will come,
He needn’t search for all will come.

The sun sets earlier for half the year,
Night grows longer, shadows strive,
The year he ages as do all,
Growing weaker, growing frail.

The time draws near when he will die,
The year we’ve loved so hard to watch,
The mourners all do gather round,
For letting go is the hardest task.

With the sun, the year does set,
Sinking down into the grave,
Like each man, he bows his knee,
And presents himself at the throne of bone.

In his birth we knew he’d die,
For every beginning contains the end,
We watched him grow like a new born lamb,
We watch him die at the Slaughterer’s hand.

Every beginning has it’s end,
But every ending is born again,
With Dawn’s first light like the Morning Star,
The new year rises and live once more.

Fresh and hopeful, full of life,
The year reborn begins his flight,
We watch him stretch and try his wings,
We glory that he lives again.

Forgetting the grief and sorrow past,
We pretend he didn’t see Death’s own face,
With the new year, we fly away,
Trying to forget our own mortality.

A Riddle, A Musing, A Poem

A Riddle, A Musing, A Poem
By Muninn’s Kiss

Three Mothers stood alone.
Aleph, Mem, and Shin.
A great mystery are these three,
Watching, weaving, and true.

From the Mothers came three Fathers,
Stranger still are they.
Six rings around the Twins,
From six proceed all things.

A riddle I ask you, a riddle so true,
Can you answer me this?
A musing I give you in the form of a poem,
Do you catch my drift?

Three stood alone before all things,
Three who are older than time.
Six stood alone in the Outer Dark,
But which came before which other?

How old is Nimue, how old's the child,
Is she younger than all the rest?
How old is Ninue, is she younger than you,
Who was the very first born?

How old is Mari, how old's the mother,
Was she born and when was that?
How old is Mari, is she older than that,
Who's the reflection of God Herself?

How old's the Anna, how old's the crone,
Is she more ancient than all the rest?
How old's the Anna, is she older than dirt,
When was the Priestess born?

How old's the Blue God, when did he dance,
Was he very first born of all?
How old's the Blue God, how young's the youth,
Who is the last to endure?

How old is Twr, how old is Krom,
Is he father or teacher of all?
How old is Twr, in his tall tower.
Who's sword will cut through us all?

How old is Arddhu, how old is Death,
How long has he stood at the Gates?
How old is Arddhu, did youth or true death,
Come first in the order of things?

Three stood alone before all things,
Three who are older than time.
Six stood alone in the Outer Dark,
But which came before which other?

A riddle I ask you, a riddle so true,
Can you answer me this?
A musing I give you in the form of a poem,
Do you catch my drift?

From the Mothers came three Fathers,
Stranger still are they.
Six rings around the Twins,
From six proceed all things.

Three Mothers stood alone.
Aleph, Mem, and Shin.
A great mystery are these three,
Watching, weaving, and true.

Riddle of the Tree

Riddle of the Tree
By Muninn’s Kiss

What is the World Tree?
What is the Axis Mundi?
What is Yggdrasil?
What is Ygg's Steed?
What is Odin's Steed?
What is Sleipnir?
What stands at the Centre of the World?
What bridges worlds?
What is the rainbow bridge?
What is Bifrost?
Where is the Centre of the Compass?
Where is the Circumference?
Who am I?

The Womb of Night

The Womb of Night
By Muninn’s Kiss

In the deep dark Womb of darkest Night,

A Child is born by Dawn’s new light,

He grows and grows as seasons pass,

First real thin but getting fat,

And as time passes he comes to age,

A bright round face both pale and fair,

But then he fades and loses weight,

Thinner with each passing day,

Til death does take him in the night,

The Womb of Night his final Grave.

The Year is Drawing Nigh, a Samhain poem

The Year is Drawing Nigh

A Samhain poem by Muninn’s Kiss

As darkness fall, the veil thin,

The year is drawing nigh.

Shadows lengthen, gather strength,

The year is drawing nigh.

The dead they stir, and look around,

The year is drawing nigh.

Tonight they walk, tonight they dine,

The year is drawing nigh.

The sinks down, she’s dying now,

The year is drawing nigh.

Beneath the hills, the dying sun,

The year is drawing nigh.

Hollow hills, they open wide,

The year is drawing nigh.

Faerie folk, the mighty dead,

The year is drawing nigh.

Samhain’s fires, burning bright,

The year is drawing nigh.

To dance around, in death’s embrace,

The year is drawing nigh.

Ancestors dead, some long gone,

The year is drawing nigh.

We tip a glass, we place a plate,

The year is drawing nigh.

Death stands up, tonight he reigns,

The year is drawing nigh.

In darkness strong, the dying year,

The year is drawing nigh.

The revelers grow deathly quiet,

The year is drawing nigh.

All knees bend and all tongue stilled,

The year is drawing nigh.

For Death takes all and all will come,

The year is drawing nigh.

The Gates of Death, they open wide,

The year is drawing nigh.

His face you meet, at Death’s great doors,

The year is drawing nigh.

A friend, a judge, a lover, a blade,

The year is drawing nigh.

His embrace is sweet, but deathly cold,

The year is drawing nigh.

In love he strips you, bone from bone,

The year is drawing nigh.

Nothing left, you pass beyond,

The year is drawing nigh.

The veil it parts, the doors swing wide,

The year is drawing nigh.

Your last strong breath, last orgasm,

The year is drawing nigh.

And through you go, to what’s beyond,

The year is drawing nigh.

But Death’s great doors and Life’s fair doors,

The year is drawing nigh.

What’s dead and gone, will be reborn,

The year is drawing nigh.

A new breath breathed, a new day dawns,

The year is drawing nigh.

Death to Life, he takes your hand,

The year is drawing nigh.

All is gone, but all in new,

The year is drawing nigh.

The new dawn’s sun, in the east,

The year is drawing nigh.

The cold it flees, the shadows hide,

The year is drawing nigh.

Dark Samhain’s night to new year’s light,

The year is drawing nigh.

What was dead has come again.

Night's Wind

Night's Wind
By Muninn's Kiss

The dark surrounds,
Enfolds,
Fills all,
Hides all,
Secrets and mysteries,
Danger and terror,
Peace and calm.

The wind blows,
Out of the night,
Out of the darkness,
Moving hair,
Moving leaves and grass,
Pushing,
Pulling,
Something alive,
Something strong,
Like a hand,
Grabbing,
Taking,
Trying to take.

Is the wind the darkness?
Is the darkness the wind?
Dark wind,
Night’s wind,
Fair Nyx lost in shadow,
Reaching out,
Grabbing,
Taking,
Trying to take,
A wind on skin and hair,
A darkness that can be felt,
Hungry,
Consuming,
Dark wind,
Night’s wind.

Autumn Fire

Autumn Fire
By Muninn's Kiss

Yellow flame and red fire,
Orange plumes against dark green needles,
Fire dancing as the wind blows it,
A rustle not a roar or crackle,
Fire cool and cold,
But bright with colour,
Ranging yet staying still,
The fire of autumn.

Pan

Pan
By Muninn's Kiss

Over the hills,
From mountain to mountain,
He dances and hunts and roams.
Playing his pipes,
And drinking the wine,
He dances and hunts and roams.

Horned God,
Horny God,
Dancing God,
Drinking God,
Hooves upon the hills.

A cave in the hills,
The heart of his fair Arcadia,
He dances and hunts and roams.
Demeter he found,
And then he told Zeus,
He dances and hunts and roams.

Horned God,
Horny God,
Dancing God,
Drinking God,
Hooves upon the hills.

In fair Arcadia,
He stood feeding his hounds,
He dances and hunts and roams.
Artemis came,
And he gave her ten pairs,
He dances and hunts and roams.

Horned God,
Horny God,
Dancing God,
Drinking God,
Hooves upon the hills.

Visions and dreams,
In trances and dances of ecstasy,
He dances and hunts and roams.
Fair Apollo came,
And learned prophecy at his feet,
He dances and hunts and roams.

Horned God,
Horny God,
Dancing God,
Drinking God,
Hooves upon the hills.

Bragging and boasting,
He plays his pipes and he dances,
He dances and hunts and roams.
Apollo comes challenging,
And the mountain god liked lyres,
He dances and hunts and roams.

Horned God,
Horny God,
Dancing God,
Drinking God,
Hooves upon the hills.

Echo he loved,
He sang and he wooed,
He dances and hunts and roams.
Scorning his love,
His panic tore her to shreds,
He dances and hunts and roams.

Horned God,
Horny God,
Dancing God,
Drinking God,
Hooves upon the hills.

Youngest of gods,
But oldest by far,
He dances and hunts and roams.
Father of all,
And forever the Child,
He dances and hunts and roams.

Renn Faire

Renn Faire
By Muninn's Kiss

Faerie wings and fox's tails,
Pan horns and leather bras,
Thronging people in thronging crowds,
Dancers dance and musicians play.

Tight hard leather and lots of skin,
Bodices, corsets, and lots of skin,
Furs, feathers, and lots of skin,
Showing, revealing, flirting, lust.

Pan dances as the dancers dance,
Bachus drinks as the drinkers drink,
Aphrodite spreads her legs,
Filled with lust as the people play.

Fun and laughter, dance and play,
Enjoying each other, enjoying the day,
Music and shouting, milling and food,
Golden throng and darkest moon.

Watching the people she feels at home,
Fair and hidden, shadow and light,
The Faerie Queen on a throne of bones,
The revelry worship, all for her.

All Hail the Summer King

Title page for The Boy's
King Arthur.  Image from
Wikimedia Commons.

All Hail the Summer King
By Muninn’s Kiss

All hail the Summer King!
For now he reigns supreme!
Dark has failed and light has won,
And now it begins again.

All hail the Summer King!
For now he reigns supreme!
His brother’s dead, off with his head,
His blood runs down the streets.

All hail the Summer King!
For now he reigns supreme!
The fires burn, the waters flow,
And all is as it seems.

All hail the Summer King!
For now he reigns supreme!
Upon his throne, with his lovely bride,
Good cheer he spreads around.

All hail the Summer King!
For now he reigns supreme!
But darkness grows, and Winter comes,
And soon his time will come.

To Dance, To Play, To Run a Muck

Image from Nine Planets.

To Dance, To Play, To Run a Muck
By Muninn's Kiss

Moni, Moon, Luna, Lunatic,
Pulling on the tides.
Oceans move, blood moves,
Pulling on the tides.

Selene, Selenium, Diana, Butcher,
Pulling on our moods.
Werewolf, Pentheus, Wild, Mooncrazed,
Pulling on our moods.

Full Moon, shining bright,
The pull is very strong.
To dance, to play, to run a muck,
The pull is very strong.

Oil of Nimue

Oil of Nimue
Ritual Poem by Muninn's Kiss

Oh sweet darling,
Girl full of power and might.
The pool of your blessing fills me,
The water pours out upon my head.
Your blessing, your loa, flows like water,
Covering me in your presence.
As I hold my hands over this oil, pour through me,
Fill this oil with your blessing, be present in it.
Oh sweet Nimue, so mote it be.

The Ancient One, Forever Young

Image from Wikipedia.

The Ancient One, Forever Young
By Muninn’s Kiss

I see him dancing, pipe in hand,
Joyful, erotic, fun, and planned.
Dance of creation, dance of lust,
Dance of seduction, dance of fun.

Through the dales and over the hills,
Hoofs are prancing, music plays.
Lord of shepherds, lord of herds,
Of crops that grow and the life they bring.

Who gave a gift to the Huntress,
The Mistress of the Wild Hunt?
Who gave to fair Artemis and Diana brave,
Those snarling hunting dogs who hunt the mortals down?

Who won the battle for all the world,
For the new gods to triumph over the old?
Who inspired fear and inspired doubt,
In the Titans who loomed about it all?

Who ran and jumped and danced,
Across those forgotten hills?
Who brought the news to the thunder good,
Of the cave where Demeter hid?

Who thought to teach great Apollo,
The strange ways prophecy?
Who's oracle stood in Arcadia,
Long before Apollo's famed Delphi?

The ancient one, as old as the hills,
Who danced before an eternal fire.
Forever young, fairest of fair,
Goat horns on his head.

Salutations to the Sun

Sunset over Laramie, WY

Salutations to the Sun
By Muninn’s Kiss

Salutations to the sun,
Burning brightly now.
Ball of white with yellow flame,
Going now to bed.

Shadows form as she goes down,
Down to her nightly bed.
A sky still lit in orange and blue,
As the land below goes dark.

Shining bright there on the edge,
In this time that's between time.
Night she comes and Day she leaves,
And Twilight rules the sky.

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The Guardian of the Gates

The Guardian of the Gates#1
by Storm Faerywolf, from his site.

The Guardian of the Gates
By Muninn’s Kiss
Inspired by my post here.

A rainbow Bridge, across the sky,
From Asgard to Midgard below.
The Bifröst burns and shines above,
Connecting gods and man.

Da’ath does sit in the midst,
Of the dark, deep, gaping Abyss.
A glimpse of what is far beyond,
A trap to lose your mind.

A Priestess stands in the midst,
Of the circle, compass, round.
She makes a way to the Divine,
And Bridges the widened gap.

A Priest does stand at the fore,
Of the longing, craving crowds.
He raises his hands, the knife comes down,
And a way is born.

A Shaman dances in the midst,
Of his village looking on.
Ecstasy comes and with it gods,
And greater deeds are done.

A Witch is one, the Priest, the Bridge,
The circle and the point.
Human, Divine, Fey, and Witch,
The Guardian of the Gates.

Star of Evening, Star of Morning

Phosphorus and Hesperus 1881,
hanging in The De Morgan
Foundation in London.
Image from The Haunted Lamp blog.

Star of Evening, Star of Morning
By Muninn’s Kiss

Two twins born of the god of stars,
And the lady of the Dawn.
One is first, one is last,
But both of them are one.
Light-bringer and Night-bringer,
Morning and Evening.
Two brother courting,
The mother of all.

Eosphorus, Phosphorus,
Shining and winged.
Bringer of Dawn,
Bringer of Light.
Eos he calls, fair Aurora,
The first born does rise,
Fair Lucifer.

Hesperus, Hesper,
Vesperus, Vesper.
Great star of Death,
Bringer of Night.
Nyx goes before him,
Selene right behind.
The dark twin he is,
Cold Nocifer.

Lucifer and Nocifer,
Phosphorus and Vesper.
Both twins are courting,
The fair crescent moon.
Whichever does catch her,
Will make her with child.
The full moon will rise,
Pregnant and full.

Maya, Blessed Maya

Maya.  Image from Antaryamin's Blog.

Maya, Blessed Maya
By Muninn's Kiss

Maya, blessed Maya,
I love your sweet kiss.
It may be illusion,
It may be a dream.
It may not be real,
The dreamer or the dream,
But the things that you give me,
Seem sweeter than sweet.
Your energy and actions,
Are mine every day.
Your darkness and stillness,
Are comfort to me.
Your light and your purity,
They seem so divine.
But all is illusion,
All is a dream.
You cover the Divine,
Concealing it's Truth,
Like the darkness of night,
Concealing the sun.
I love you so sweetly,
For you're all I have known,
But all is illusion,
All is a dream.

Worlds Within Worlds

Yggdrasil
by fenix42 on DeviantArt.

Worlds Within Worlds
By Muninn's Kiss

Worlds within worlds,
Inside and outside,
Above and below,
All around.
Nine worlds upon a tree,
Four worlds above us,
Higher world and underworld,
This world and Otherworld.
Stars and planets above our heads,
Billions and billions,
Billions and billions,
Of worlds.
Worlds down rabbit holes,
Worlds through looking glasses,
Worlds imagined,
Very real.
Worlds in my head,
Worlds within my soul.
Worlds can be prisons,
Worlds can let go.
How dull and how boring,
How drab and how plain,
If I was held captive,
In the world they have made.

That's Just How It Is

Shiva Nataraj
by Pieter Weltevrede.
Image from Sanatan Society.

That's Just How It Is
By Muninn’s Kiss

Hunger and thirst,
Disease and pain,
The poorest of poor,
In the world of the rich.
If God is good,
Why is there pain?
If there is free will,
Who would choose pain?

Is it Mother Nature?
Is it Mother Earth?
Our loving mother,
Creator, destroyer,
Red in tooth,
Red in claw.
Cycles and life,
One dies, one lives,
One starves, one gorges,
One suffers and dies,
So another can thrive.
Cycles and death,
That's just how it is.

Is it the Fall?
The sin of Adam and Eve?
A curse on him to toil,
A curse on her to labour.
The land cursed,
The world cursed,
Death and suffering.
In this world you will suffer,
Promised from loving lips.
That's just how it is.

Is it attachment?
Is it desire?
We hold on so tight,
We long for and fight.
To let go and take it,
To give up the fight.
If we don't long for food,
Hunger is gone.

Is it karma?
Did we do this to ourselves?
The evil we do,
Is the evil we get.
The suffering we caused,
In that life back then,
Comes back to us now,
There is no escape.

Is it the Wyrd?
Is it just Fate?
Everything that happens,
There is not any choice.
How do we fight it?
How do we try?
That's just how it is,
There is no escape.

I don't have an answer,
I don't know the cause.
But surrender goes nowhere,
And traps us for good.
So raise up your banner,
Raise up your sword.
Let's go make a difference,
Let's try to improve.

Mighty Warrior

Image by Luis Royo

Mighty Warrior
By Muninn's Kiss

I raise my sword above my head,
And show my mighty strength.
My slight body wire thin,
No muscles for to show.

Upon my arms the elegant blades,
I spread my arms for flight.
The wings they come upon my back,
Like two huge raven wings.

Do I fight, my sword in hand,
Upon the battle field?
Or do I fly, great wings spread,
To fight again some day?

But here I stand unsure of myself,
Not ready to fight or fly.
The mighty warrior lost in thought,
Unsure what she should do.

Fight or Flight

Image by Luis Royo

Fight or Flight
By Muninn's Kiss

There she sits,
Upon the floor,
A child,
A girl,
Cowering,
Waiting,
For them to tell her,
Do this,
Do that,
She can't say no.

There she sits,
Behind the child,
A woman,
A warrior,
Black wings,
Silver sword,
Hiding,
Behind the girl,
Afraid to fly away,
Afraid to fight,
She can't say no.

There she sits,
My child self,
Cowering,
Helpless,
Weak,
Afraid.

There she sits,
My warrior self,
Hiding,
Strong,
Independent,
Afraid.

The warrior rises,
War goddess,
Valkyrie,
Wings spread,
Sword raised.

To fly or to fight?
To fight or to fly?
To lift the child to safety?
To stand in front and protect?
Either way,
Any way,
Is better than cowering,
Is better than hiding.

I rise.

Mari’s Face

Full Moon Through Clouds

Mari’s Face
By Muninn’s Kiss

Wispy clouds stretch across the face,
Of the moon, full and bright,
Glowing through the wispy clouds,
White light lighting up the night.

Mari’s face shining down,
The full moon of her full strength,
Great mother nourishing me,
The tides high reaching for land.

The Child for Which She Had Yearned

Image from the Fertility Advocate.

The Child for Which She Had Yearned
By Muninn’s Kiss

There she sat,
Beneath the tree,
Reading from a book.

The wind in her hair,
That made the leaves dance,
Was the only sound she could hear.

She turned a page,
Intent in the words,
And the pictures that danced in her head.

Then up she jumped,
Dropping her book,
Her hair standing up in fright.

A small bird,
Had flown by her ear,
The frightened her half to death!

Six months later,
Her daughter was born,
The child for which she had yearned.

But as it appeared,
The doctor took fright,
And fainted both then and there.

For what had he seen,
When the baby was born,
But a wing where her arm should have been!

Hole in the Sky

Hole in the Sky
By Muninn’s Kiss

There's a hole in the sky,
Where light shines in.
Dark and hollow.

If you stare at the centre,
You see right through,
To other worlds,
To heaven, to hell.

All around the hole,
The light defuses.
Rays of sunlight,
Light is spread.

Apollo and Sol,
Ra and Helios.
Surya and Horus,
Tonatiuh and Amaterasu.

The hole has substance,
The hole gives heat.
Great fire of sky,
Our local star.

Desire

Image from À Sombra do Freixo
(In the Shadow of Ash) blog.

Desire
By Muninn's Kiss

I desire you, oh Great Goddess,
Mother of all there is.
I desire you, oh Quakoralina,
Black Virgin of Outer Space.

My heart cries out, my soul cries out,
My longing is all for you.
Toward you is all I am,
You who walks amongst the stars.

I desire to desire,
I long to long,
I lust to lust,
All for you, oh Sugmad.

All I am is burnt away,
All I am is blown away,
All I am is washed away,
All I am crumbs away.

And Desire is all that’s left.

Stardrenched

Infant Stars in the
Small Magellanic Cloud
taken with Hubble.

Stardrenched
By Muninn’s Kiss

Stardrenched and stardazed,
Starswept and stargazed,
Mad poets and mad priests,
Madness of the gods,
Madness of the stars.
Swept away by visions and dreams,
Swept away by madness and stars.

The robes of the Star Goddess,
Full of stars.
Her train fills the temple,
My heart and soul her temple,
Vast space her temple.
All the worlds, all the stars.
Nuit's body, covered in stars.
The Milky Way, pouring forth from her breasts,
A thousand fires, a thousand suns.

A thousand suns, burning bright,
A thousand fires light the night.
Heat that warms the coldest day,
The summer blaze, the winter's thaw.
One day star burning bright,
Life and heat, light and soul.
A thousand suns rise at night,
Fire burning, solar wind.

Solar wind and stellar breeze,
Blowing through the vaults of space.
Winds of movement, winds of change,
Chronus coils, Ananke's trains.
The wind in my heart,
The breath of God,
Breathed into a body of dust.

Body of dust,
Earth dust,
Star dust.
What am I but star dust?
The dust of stars,
The magic of stars.
The insignificance of dust,
The magisty of the stars.
Breath and dust,
Dust and water.

The great sea beyond our world,
Greatest ocean of all time,
The stars are islands in this sea,
The winds are currents flowing strong.
Great sea of space, the yawning mou,
Great womb of life of God Herself.

Stardrenched and stardazed,
Starswept and stargazed,
Mad poets and mad priests,
Madness of the gods,
Madness of the stars.
Swept away by visions and dreams,
Swept away by madness and stars.

Black Heart

And a Little Child Shall Lead Them
by  Charles Christian Nahl.
Image from 1st-Art-Gallery.

Black Heart
By Muninn’s Kiss

The wolf will live with the lamb,
the leopard will lie down with the goat,
the calf and the lion and the yearling a together;
and a little child will lead them.
~Isaiah 11:6 NIV

Black Heart,
Shining in the darkness.
Blackheart?
Black Heart.
Black Heart of Innocence.

The wolf stalks her prey,
Slowly walking,
Slowly slaking,
Careful,
Patient,
Silent,
Beautiful,
Closing in,
Almost,
Almost,
Pounce.
Down in comes.
Black Heart.

The mouse trembles,
Staying still,
Invisible.
Don’t see me,
Walk on by.
It’s slowing,
The mouse tenses.
It turns,
Run!
Black Heart.

Little child sits,
Crayon in hand,
Paper before him.
He pauses,
Thinking,
Picturing,
Imagining,
He smiles,
He begins.
Crayon on paper,
Bright colours,
Swirling,
Red,
Yellow,
Blue,
Black.
He draws the truth,
Truer than what he sees with his eyes.
The world within.
Black Heart.

Nimue stands,
Watching over them all.
She smiles,
They are hers,
Her people,
Her children.
Their innocence in hers,
Death and life,
Imagination.
Black Heart.

Black Heart,
Shining in the darkness.
Blackheart?
Black Heart.
Black Heart of Innocence.

The Children of My Soul

Drawing of Saint Zita,

a servant who lived

the Rule of 1221.

Image from

The Confraternity of Penitents

The Children of My Soul
By Muninn's Kiss

I am a mother,
Though my womb has born no child.
The ones I help,
The helpless ones,
Are the children of my soul.

I am a mother,
Though my womb has born no child.
The ones I teach,
The seeking ones,
Are the children of my soul.

I am a mother,
Though my womb has born no child.
The ones I heal,
The sickly ones,
Are the children of my soul.

I am a mother,
Though my womb has born no child.
The ones I feed,
The hungry ones,
Are the children of my soul.

I am a mother,
Though my womb has born no child.
The ones I free,
The hopeful ones,
Are the children of my soul.

I am a mother,
Though my womb has born no child.
The ones I bless,
The hurting ones,
Are the children of my soul.

I am a mother,
Though my womb has born no child.
The ones I comfort,
The fearful ones,
Are the children of my soul.

From Her Mother's Sacred Skirts

Birth of Stars
(NASA, Chandra, 10/7/08)
Image from NASA's Marshall
Space Flight Center Flickr page.

From Her Mother's Sacred Skirts
By Muninn's Kiss

There she stands,
In the midst of Space,
God Herself is here.
Great Mother of all,
The sacred Womb,
From whom we all have come.
Robes of Darkness,
Deepest Night,
All stars shine from it.
A thousand suns,
A million lights,
Upon Her sacred skirts.
In Her Pleasure,
Life conceived,
A child is born today.
A baby girl,
A wild one,
Young Nimue coming forth.
In the midst,
Of darkest Night,
A little girl comes forth.
Nimue's seen,
Beneath the skirts,
Peaking out at us.
Slowly stepping,
Out to us,
From her Mother's sacred skirts.

May’s First Crescent

Priestess card in
The Alchemical Tarot

May’s First Crescent
By Muninn’s Kiss

A clouded sky, a shadowed night,
With springtime in the air.
Through the clouds, the crescent peeks,
A sliver in the sky.

Nimue’s seen, beneath the skirts,
Peeking out at us.
Slowly stepping, out to us,
From her Mother’s sacred skirts.

Selene’s crown, the priestess card,
A crown upon her head.
A crescent moon, just a peek,
Hanging in the sky.

Horns up turned, through the clouds,
Her light it lights them up.
A gentle glow, an eerie light,
Upon the darkened clouds.

The moon reborn, Celeste raised,
From the Dark Moon’s silent grave.
Luna grows, from new to full,
A sliver now we see.

Isis stands, before us now,
Rising with the moon.
A crescent moon, upon her brow,
The new born baby in her lap.

Spring has come, the fresh moon too,
New life comes to us.
Growing forth, from Winter’s grasp,
Like the crescent moon above.

Spring Has Come

Spring Has Come
By Muninn's Kiss

The land is waking up.
Winter has lost its sting.
The Winter King is in the grave,
And the Summer King has risen.

Muninn’s Laughter, Muninn Slaughter

Image by brainleakage
on  DeviantArt

Muninn’s Laughter, Muninn Slaughter
By Muninn’s Kiss

Muninn’s laughter,
Muninn slaughter,
Across the battlefield.

I hear the call,
It sounds like laughter,
Laughing at the dead.

Odin rides,
Above the battle,
Looking for the dead.

Eight legs spinning,
Horse or tree,
Before the Wild Hunt.

Freyja rides,
Amongst the dead,
Her cats they pull before.

The valkyries prowl,
Amongst the slain,
And divide then for the gods.

Muninn laughs,
And Huginn cackles,
For today the feast is large.

Three Figures Stand in Silence

Image by FroweMinahild
on DeviantArt

Three Figures Stand in Silence
By Muninn’s Kiss

Three figures stand in silence,
Looking out to space.
Their hoods hide them from me,
But I’m naked before their eyes.

The Moirae in their white robes,
Cold and uncaring.
They stand and speak the future,
And I am bound by them.

Erinyes draped in serpents,
Blood dripping from their eyes.
Their fury flows out toward me,
I bow before their wrath.

The three Laimas stand before me,
My life is in their hands.
They speak what will happen,
And I listen to their will.

The Norns draw forth water,
And pour it on the roots.
They weave the weird around me,
They pull me where I go.

Fate she stands before me,
She holds me in her hands,
I move to overcome her,
And find the one true Graal.

Snows of Winter, Heat of Summer

Image from SodaHead

Snows of Winter, Heat of Summer
By Muninn’s Kiss

Snows of Winter, heat of Summer,
Two times, two worlds.
The Twins, they dance.

Winter King, in darkness reigns,
Death and darkness, ice and cold.
A crown of thorns upon his head,
Clothed in shadows, hidden light.
Magic dark and waning sun.
Tettens, Woden, Hermes stalks,
From the Castle of Weeping comes.

Summer King in brightness reigns,
Life, rebirth, light, and heat.
Winged crown, light rebounds,
Clothed in fire, born in light.
The sun it rises, warms the land.
A Child is born to warm our hearts.
Lucet, Lucifer, Morning Star,
Riding forth on wings of the morning.

The Twins, they dance,
The passing year.
Light, then dark, then light again.
Two Kings reign, both to die,
Two grooms for oh blessed Night.
Life and Death, Light and Dark,
Ever changing, ever the same.
Snows of Winter melt and thaw.
Heat of Summer takes their place.
Out of darkness shines the brightest light.

An Eternal Knot

Image from Celtic Gardens

An Eternal Knot
By Muninn's Kiss

What’s distance to a soul?
What’s time, what’s space?
A thousand life times, a thousand miles,
  A second, an inch.
    Two souls connected,
      Never separated,
        Reaching through time,
          Reaching through space.
A touch, a brush, a whisper,
  A thin thread,
    Shorter than an atom,
      Longer than all time.
Two souls,
  Knitted together,
    An eternal knot.

Sophia Stood in Darkness

Image from SophiaYun's In
Everything is Possible blog

Sophia Stood in Darkness
By Muninn's Kiss

“I was formed long ages ago, 

  at the very beginning, when the world came to be. 

When there were no watery depths, I was given birth, 

   when there were no springs overflowing with water; 

before the mountains were settled in place, 

   before the hills, I was given birth”

Proverbs 8:23-25

Sophia stood in darkness,
Her voice rang out to me.
I walked with her in darkness,
Her arm was around me.

She placed her feet before us,
Each step brought light to me.
Creation formed behind us,
With each step the world was made.

Her tears flowed down around me,
They washed me in their light.
Her sorrow raw before me,
I want to dry them with a kiss.

Her beauty ever flowing,
From deep within her breast.
She cannot see that beauty,
But it’s there for all to see.

We stop when we have made it,
We turn to see what came before.
Creation stretches behind us,
For in the journey, the world is made.

I Turn

Image from A Charmed Life blog

I Turn
By Muninn's Kiss

Celeste, Selene, Luna.
Moonlight on water, wind across the waves,
Night’s sweet embrace.
I rise from the water,
Dripping, flowing, down my naked back.
Cold wind, I shiver, exposed but free.
Moonlight on water drops, my skin pale.
Peaceful night, silent, alone.
Not alone.
Eyes on me.
I turn.

The Night Devours You

Image from pxleyes Greek
Gods Photoshop Contest

The Night Devours You

By Muninn's Kiss

Inspired by the words of an amazing girl, including some of hers

Look to the sky,
Feel the Night's presence.
Night's embrace,
The arms of Darkness hold you.
The Night envelops you,
It is hungry,
The Night devours you.
Lost in it.

As you are consumed,
You consume.
As the night devours you,
You devour.
Consumed becomes consumer,
Devouring yourself, one with yourself.
The Night and you are one.

Standing in the Void of Space,
Alone,
But not alone.
You are Night,
You are God Herself,
Nuit, full of stars.
Complete in yourself,
Unneeding,
Eternally satisfied.

The Mirror before you,
Yourself, looking at yourself,
In the Dark Mirror,
The curve of space.
Complete and alone,
Not alone.
Other.
Self.

You step towards.
She steps towards.
Night sees Night,
Embrace,
Passion.
She is you.
You are Night.
She is Night.
One.

Love, ecstasy.
Coupling, self with self.
Sex.
Orgasm.
Power.
Consumed.
Lost.

Worlds spin away,
Creation begins.
Light out of Darkness.
Let there be light.
Shaking from passion.
Vibrations between atoms.
Night, proton.
Electron and neutron,
Twins, Divine Twins.
Big Bang, Big Orgasm.
Stars, the substance of stars.
Every man and woman is a star.

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.

The Mirrors in Her Eyes

Image from the Rainbow Babies

The Mirrors in Her Eyes
By Muninn's Kiss

God Herself, looking in the Mirror,
Mari our Mother, looking back at Her.
First love, first lust, creation in a smile.
The dance, the courtship, the embrace.
I watch it in my mind’s eye, from without, from within.
I feel the rush, the mighty rush, I feel the heat.
Desire, passion, all there is and all there will be.
I look out through Mari’s eyes,
I look deep into Her eyes.
And in those mirrors, I see myself.

Nimue

Image from We Heart You

Nimue
By Muninn's Kiss

She sits by the water
So innocent, so beautiful
He hair cropped short
Her dress dirty, covered in dust
She smiles at me
So sweetly, so happy
She rises and I kneel before her
Not much taller than I am on my knees
Her hands are behind her back
She has something, hidden
Her smile brightens
So radiant, so pretty
She leans over me
And places the crown of healing upon my brow

Echoes

Image from Care2

Echoes
By Muninn's Kiss

I hear Her pulse in the rumbling of the earth.
I hear Her breath in the sun flare rising toward the Earth.
Her pulse echoes in mine, Her breath fills me, brings me to life.
The power that shakes the earth sustains me.
The power that powers the sun gives me life.
She flows in me, I flow in Her.
I’m an echo of Her.

Faeried Soul

Image from Super Eco

Faeried Soul
By Muninn's Kiss

Faeried soul and blighted days
Sorrow, suffering, joy, and pain
Things seem hard and things seem strange
Where is peace and where is power?
Growing ever worse it seems
In a world of steel and glass
With no sign of nature fair
Seek the way to align the soul
Power flowing through our veins
Reaching up and reaching down
The power comes from all around
In the centre here I stand
Faeried soul and God's own hand

Fetch

Image from Fine Art America

(Poem published in Issue 16 of Witcheye)

Fetch
By Muninn's Kiss

What is Fetch?
Instinct.
What is Instinct?
Need, desire, want.
To eat, to sleep, to drink, to dance.
To protect, to run, to hide, to fight.
Sex, Self, Passion, Pride, Power.
To create, to destroy.

What is Fetch?
Memory.
What is Memory?
Past, future, now.
What was known before it was lost.
What will be learned again.
Connections, links, guesses.
The womb.

What is Fetch?
Belief.
What is Belief?
Unconscious, not logical, faith.
Love, hate, desire, repulsion.
We know but we don’t know.
What do we know?

What is Fetch?
Victory.
What is Victory?
Netzach.
Overcoming, conquering, destroying.
Emotions, strong and weak.
Masculine, warrior, fighting.
Protecting, defending, overcoming.

What is Fetch?
Glory.
What is Glory?
Hod.
Embracing, surrendering, comforting.
Rational, understanding.
Feminine, lover, loving.
Overcoming by embracing.
Nurturing, mother, child.

What is Fetch?
Foundation.
What is Foundation?
Yesod.
Sex, sexual, release.
Union, giving, receiving.
Masculine, feminine, together.
One, at one, united.
To fix, to establish, to lay a foundation.
To begin, to appoint, to ordain, to constitute.
To support oneself, to lean, to rest on one's arm.
Heaven and earth, crown and kingdom.
One, at one, united.
Sex.

What is Fetch?
Sex.
What is Sex?
Power flowing, always changing.
Union, coming together.
Two become one, one is found in two.
Giving and receiving, receiving and giving.
Release.

What is Fetch?
Self.
What is Self?
Looking inward.
Loving who you are.
Standing firm, standing tall.
Self-contained, self-constrained.
Who am I?
Who are you?

What is Fetch?
Passion.
What is Passion?
What you love, what you do.
Giving all to what you love.
Emotions, feelings, strong and weak.
Embrace your feelings, embrace your loves.

What is Fetch?
Pride.
What is Pride?
Confidence, strengths and weaknesses.
Standing tall, standing firm.
Inner strength.
I know who I am.
I know my value.
I am valuable.
You are valuable.

What is Fetch?
Power.
What is Power?
Mana.
Energy pulsing, ever pulsing.
Change, power to change, power to be changed.
Be the change, be changed.
Power flowing, ever changing.
Be the change you want to see in the world.

What is Fetch?
Instinct.
Memory.
Belief.
Victory.
Glory.
Foundation.
Sex.
Self.
Passion.
Pride.
Power.

What is Fetch?
Fetch.

Shapeshifter

Image from My Year Book

Shapeshifter
By Muninn's Kiss
11.26.09

Fetch is a cat.
Independent, comfort loving, needy.

Fetch is a raven.
Wise, trickster, loves shiny things.

Fetch is a mouse.
Hungry, afraid, seeking.

Fetch is a dolphin.
Smart, fun loving, caring.

Fetch is a dog.
Loyal, loving, playful.

Fetch is a dragon.
Strong, dangerous, hoarding.

Fetch is me.
Obsessive, focused, relaxed.

I am the Dance

Image from NYU Steinhardt

I am the Dance
By Muninn’s Kiss

Around I spin, each drum beat comes,
The music’s in the air.
My heart beats hard, the sweat runs down,
The room feels hot and clear.
Once to the left, then to the right,
Then backwards I must go.
I step forward, I spin around,
I raise arms in the air.
Faster I spin, faster I step,
The movement fills my soul.
I am the air, I am the sound,
And more I am the Dance.