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2 years ago  ::  May 10, 2012 - 9:40PM #1
John_T_Mainer
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Wiccan women, most naught but girls,


Gathered to dance and call upon him


Call to the storm, to the wild one who rides


Call to the bringer of passion


 


One of their number, mother not maiden


Drew herself back from the fire


Deep in the darkness a smile on her face


Memory stirring inside her


 


Grey was her hair, and lines girt her eyes


Laughter and pain both had marked her


Well she remembered the dance and its end


Thoughts of her lovers did beckon


 


Sneering she listened the young ones who called


As if passion would ever be bound!


Calling for wildness their youth can’t contain


A storm no child could weather


 


Away from their dancing her steps drew her deep


The darkness of summer nights calling


Memory of soldiers she’d loved long ago


Love and loss swirled within her


 


Thunder shattered the chanting and dance


Lightning raped the black night


Revealing a hooded form standing astride


Eight hooved monstrous stallion


 


An eye lit the darkness, a grin wild and mad


A hand scarred and strong held before her


Wild and wicked, his grin promised all


Thundering heart, she accepted


 


Young ones still with their circles and chants


Sought to bind the lord of all passion


Madness rode on the storms wild winds


Grey haired lover before him


 


Scars she traced in the lines on his face


Scars she kissed cross his chest


Grey the hair that he seized in his fist


Laughing the lips that he kissed


 


Nine nights did I hang to learn of the runes


He whispered as he swiftly undressed her


Issa (ice) he traced on her heart


Naduz (needfire) her belly


 


Ansuz (inspiration) she breathed in a kiss


Wunjo(joy) as she took him


Nine deaths and lives she knew in his hands


Nine screams she howled to the storm-winds


 


At the rituals end they found her at last


Sleeping and smiling in the forest


Naked and wrapped in a full soft blue cloak


In a clearing churned flat by great hooves


 


The fury of storm can’t be caught in a spell


Nor the passion of madness contained


Careful who call him lest he answer you too


Don’t call what you cannot sustain


 


For those who have been caught in Odin’s passions at other times than war.  Love and battle both are born in the storm, and to give yourself ecstatically and utterly is to either is to know him.


 


John T Mainer


 

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2 years ago  ::  May 15, 2012 - 10:45PM #2
Sacrificialgoddess
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:D

Dark Energy. It can be found in the observable Universe. Found in ratios of 75% more than any other substance. Dark Energy. It can be found in religious extremists, in cheerleaders. To come to the conclusion that Dark signifies mean and malevolent would define 75% of the Universe as an evil force. Alternatively, to think that some cheerleaders don't have razors in their snatch is to be foolishly unarmed.

-- Tori Amos
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7 months ago  ::  Jan 01, 2014 - 9:22PM #3
Karma_yeshe_dorje
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Lovely poetry.

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