Lady of the Lake

Lady of the Lake

By Muninn's Kiss

There are few places,

Sweet Sumner Maiden,

Where I Feel you half as much.

Soft light of fading dusk,

Reflecting off gentle waves,

Of the deep dark well of the lake.

I call to you, Sweet Nimue,

The gentle waves rippling,

Like your hair in a gentle breeze.

I call to you, Sweet Maiden,

The fiery sunset blazing,

Like the gold and fire of your hair.

I call to you, Sweet Nimue,

The deep water, black and quiet,

Like the dark depths of your secrets.

I call to you, Sweet Maiden,

The gentle breeze across water,

Your soft breath on my skin.

I call to you, Sweet Nimue,

The waters so gentle I see a sword,

Raised up by your hand, O Lady of the Lake.

I call to you, Sweet Maiden,

Send your wind,

Rising across the water,

A soft breeze,

A mighty gale,

Raise the wind,

My sweet Nimue,

Lady of the Lake,

Corn Maiden,

Bringer of Wind,

Consuming fire,

The wind across your lake,

The power of your joy,

The power of your anger.

I call to you, Sweet Nimue,

Sweet Maiden,

My Lady of the Lake.

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.

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.

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