Moon’s in Scorpio, threshold of October
…inside the dark of yourself from the sorcery of yourself you will call me with your emerald firevoice it will ring through corridors twisted before our births our secrets burning inside inside it comes and my mouth will let forth the smoke of your charred heart a sooty thick cloud I will make of that fire my breath a sounding blackness to wrap around the root of your voice and when the shroud is woven complete knotted secure around your useless language I will steal it cackling and make of it a shield that will set me free and oh how I will sing to you then and hold your memories and your shame in my fists while you sway inside my sweetest of tunes my many singing spells how your soul will change inside my headful of magic a changeling caught in my cuntful of teeth my cunt come to claim its full feast of skin reshaped you will tear away from yourself and become more than the one I dare call upon a keening man a kenning thing aching to devour a night spun of my making you will be of my breath attached to my scent and mine alone and nothing but my filthy fingers will hang you cockspent tie you like a screaming prayer on the living tree the sprouted cross dug deep into where you can no longer call your home all its pearl eyes plucked out and the blind bones all of them cracking inside the vice of my bite that madness of instinct that drives us to fall prey fall in rapture as prey to the needwitch who will feed us still smoldering back to the root of life burnt inside the dark of yourself from the sorcery of yourself you will call me…
When the moon’s in Scorpio, I often howl at it.
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Woohoo, that is a wild Moon in Scorpio witch feast mind howl of the highest order. Fantastically wonderful song of liberation of the spirit. Rage on, I say.
Paul,
Thank you, not only for this comment, this encouragement even, but also for being one soul in the world who can see what’s here in these words. Bless you.
You know…I struggled with the story of Tam Lin, I couldn’t see how I could fit in with the tale. Yesterday a flash of anger illuminated the whole thing, and so my version is sketched out in a biro scrawl, waiting for me to re-enter the dance.
The words of the witch, the Queen of Fairy…For though I pluck’t the double rose, I know myself to be other. Your words fly direct from the Queen of Fairy, Herself, very powerful indeed. I imagine today that black rose petals as transparant as air will be strewn before you, by un-seen hands on orders from the Queen in gratitude for your word-craft.
Slightly off the subject but I wished to share this blog post with you…it is full of magic.
xx
I don’t have any words equal to this. None at all. But, I think you know, anyway.
RideFlame,
I always think of the Queen as anger, or perhaps it’s just that our own anger or rage is what summons her to ride us, to inhabit those of us who are open to her.
I must tell you, your prophecy about black rose petals was no errant guess. Today, I received a missive from an old friend, the pages of which I consider as transparently black and strewn by un-seen hands as any otherworldly rose petals.
And the link you sent, thank you for that! What an amazing story, an amazing storyteller. Again, it seems you are prophetic, or maybe in this case, just telepathic. Just before I read your comment, I finished a draft of a little story about a certain set of black beads I use for a certain kind of prayer (or do they use me?). Something I’ll post soon.
So many worlds we inhabit, unknowingly…
I look forward to your reading about your new dance with your own Tam Lin story. If you plan to post it, that is. *smile*
3barque,
Yes, I do know. Anyway.
Those are the most dangerous words I’ve ever laid eyes on. I am still speecheless before them. Beautiful, terrifying, compelling and seductive beyond all reason. The voice of the aeons, that I somehow recognize, ripping into a place deep, where there is no language.
3barque,
To use language to open a door to the place of no language - for poetic souls, in my opinion anyway, this is the whole point of incarnation. So, I’m pleased to hear that this little bit of language clicked open a lock for you. *smile*
As usual, you go just a but deeper than expected.
Your words skim over my mind then penetrate with a shriek.
Enchante, ma belle.
Liras,
Going deeper than expected… yes, that’s me. Although, usually that’s what I’m accused of rather than appreciated for. *smile*