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

How to start a revolution:
plant seeds
feed them
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.


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
scrub away the mess.

30 Days of Hymns: The Sacred Triad

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
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 #2: Blood

Hail to thee,
Bloodied Sovereign
Wind-Waked Warrior
standing tall
with knees bloodied
feet deep in the mud
to the blood I sing your praises
to the tune of my own heart’s beat
dancing out a prelude to war
to the life that flows within me
I look to find your face written
in the currents of deep red rivers
in blood we begin
and in blood we end
in the movement, I look for life
in the stillness, I see the end
through the muck
and the tears
and the sweat
and the blood
I watch you march onwards
ever your mind on the prize
in blood, as in earth
movement is life
to stop is to die
standing tall
walking far
leading your troops onward
hail to you,
Wind-Waked Sovereign
Bloodied Warrior
the drummer
to my own heart’s

30 Days of Hymns: The Sacred Triad