30 Days of Hymns, the Sacred Triad, the Morrigan #5: Revolution

With my watering can full
I will grow the seeds.

Hail to you, Mother of Revolution
Queen of the Darkness
in which it germinates

Fertilizer of new ideas
Giver of strength
to survive the winter

I will help you plant the seeds
and I will help them grow.

Plant life creeping through
concrete cracks
the very symbol of
survivance
triumph
resistance

How to start a revolution:
plant seeds
feed them
wait.
Gardening is hard work
and patience

Never rushed
was something worth doing.

When it comes time: prune,
and prune again.
Pull out the plants
that have become poisoned
by the soil
twisted beyond recognition

Tend the garden of revolution carefully.
Pull out the toxic thorns

Plant purifiers in poisoned soil
before you try to sow flowers.

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With my broom and cloth
I will sweep and scrub.

Hail to you, Father of Change
King of the Time To Roll Up Your Sleeves
and put in a little elbow grease.

Cleanser of mind and soul
you who roots out corruption
and scrubs away treachery.

I will sweep with you
I will scrub away the toxins

those clamouring for bloodshed
have not yet asked:
who cleans up
in the aftermath?

pick up a cloth and start now
or admit
your revolutionary spark
is only a desire to cause pain.

Whatever first steps you take,

be ready with a dust pan and broom.
They will always be needed.

Hail to you, Parent of Re-evolution
Sovereign of Adaptation
teach us your secrets; let us
plant the seeds
and
scrub away the mess.


30 Days of Hymns: The Sacred Triad

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30 Days of Hymns, the Sacred Triad, the Morrigan #4: sexual sovereignty

to you, Morrigan
I begin the process
of decolonizing my body
I have grown like a tree
around rock
around my trauma
folding it into myself
it has curved me
stunted me
and it is time
to eject it

I will grow deep roots
around these rocks
and with all the force
of the earth
I will expel them
and I will sing your praises
upon the bloodied earth

for you, Morrigan
I begin the process
of re-loving myself again
of re-discovering the country
I left behind
when first it was invaded
a refugee
from my own flesh

My body is mine
and I abdicated too soon
how can I enter into
consensual trade agreements
if I have not reclaimed
my throne?

I am a Queen, like you, Beloved
I decide who enters this land
and who gets to stay

and reclaiming my throne, I offer you
sweet wine
the color of blood
fresh meats
a feast for a sovereign

and I sing your praises
upon my sacred land

for you, Morrigan
I deny all the wannabe
Kings and Queens that came before
those parasites that took up residence
in my head and in my heart
paying no rent
and wrecking the place

they have been served their eviction notices
they have lost their deposits
never again will their hands
touch this flesh
never again will their words
sway this heart
and I have boarded up the entrances
to my soul
only those I choose may enter
only those worthy, sovereigns in their own right

and having denied the liars and charlatans from my past
having secured my future for a true sovereign
I sing your praises
within the hallowed hall that is my soul
and I paint your countenance upon the walls

This place is protected
by my devotion to you
giving me the strength
to protect myself
drawing upon my own power
drawing from the earth
that is your home

for you, Morrigan
I have reclaimed my body
mind
soul
in the name of pleasure
in the name of love
in the name of sacred consent

all acts of pleasure
are thy rituals
when they reaffirm
my sovereignty
my power

and having reclaimed myself
I sing your praises
in the forest
on the hills
in every corner
of my truly sovereign life.


30 Days of Hymns: The Sacred Triad

30 Days of Hymns, the Sacred Triad, the Morrigan #3: fairy

Hail, Queen of Ageless Forests
away to the land of fairy
I shall follow ever after you
Hail, Queen of stolen children
a court of misbegotten orphans
swarms about your knees
fierce and feral
protecting their mother
Hail, Queen of InBetween places
Lady of the Margins
Lord of the Edge
I see you
never head on
always a dark flitting
in the corner of my eye
I hear you
never directly
always a whisper
said in darkest night
to the deepest part of my soul:

Come away, o human child,
Let me teach you the truest sovereignty of your broken self
Let me teach you to speak to the land
for the land is your body
your bones
your blood
for the land is my love
my anger
my heart

Come away, o human child
Let me stoke the rage deep within you
let me hone your fury to a killing point
Let me teach you how to bleed it out
let it spill
over those who have wronged you
let it seep into them
let it awaken their own rage
let it draw them away
to my hidden lands

Come away, o human child
come and learn the fairy songs
come and march the fairy marches
line up with my troops, o human child,
and march upon an oppressive mortal hierarchy

Come away, o human child,
learn our secrets
never die
never age
in fairy be ye born again
another of my orphans
ready to take up sword and shield
ready to fight, o human child, for the abandoned
for the misbegotten
the forgotten
the hated and reviled and spat upon
the cowless
the starving
the dying
the beaten
the downtrodden
ready to fight for all the ones who come home to me,
never missed by their mortal families

Come away, o human child,
come to the embrace of your true family
fairy will never turn away the broken
the disenfranchised
the sure to die
the lonely
the huddled masses

Come away, o human child,
relearn of your mother the earth
come and rest in her solid embrace
let your wounds seep blood into her flesh
let her dirt stop up
what would be a killing blow
let yourself become one
with the forest

Come away, o human child
let fairy teach you
what it is to be human.

Hail, Queen of Ageless Forests
Hail, Queen of Stolen Children
Hail, Lord of the Edge
Lady of the Margins
Hail to you, we sing your praises
marching as one
into mortal lands
to reclaim
what was lost.


30 Days of Hymns: The Sacred Triad