A Child of Blood

A Child of Blood

A Poem of Lugh's Day

By Muninn's Kiss

A child is born,

A child is given,

On the feast in fair Lugh's name.

A child of light,

A child of blood,

A Horned Child is given birth.

Well of the Womb,

Water and darkness,

Born into the bright light of day.

Shining fair,

A Hunter born,

Of starlight and mystic earth.

Hunter and hunted,

Herder and rancher,

An animal both wild and free.

Born for the sword,

Born for the bow,

Born to be the Winged Serpent's death.

A child is born,

A child is given,

On the feast in fair Lugh's name.

A child of light,

A child of blood,

A Horned Child is given birth.

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 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 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.