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The Dark Feminine; Morrigan

Desk sat dreaming, magic weaving, Surrendering self as a conduit for life. Unspoken she comes, With a depth beyond tongue, To a room spun with windows, Tapping to the left. Acknowledged, swooping, Grey-blue beak scratching Tunnelling, A Nautilus Shell of sacred lines, Formed,  Yet not written. Void black eyes Send portal-like signals, Of multi-dimensional visuals, Seen beyond His-story. The witch-faced Crone; Fierce feminine undercover; Hunted out; Forced within. See me in the darkness; The underworld of his world, Further… More… You know.  Start seeing with your being –  Vision through the eyes is blinded.

by Roisin Kiernan

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