Dazzled

You are wholeness,
You are exquisiteness,
You are a dazzling jewel of delight.
There is an entire universe,
Contained in the smallest speck
Of your corporeal life.

No matter how broken you feel,
No matter how many times you have shattered,
You are a crystal of Divine radiance.
Continuing to reflect and refract,
Many whispered wisps of light.

© Mother Wintermoon 2016

Cheers to dVerse and our host, Lillian. We are evoking the energy of the words “razzle, dazzle and sparkle,” using one, all, or none of the words in our work. 

Wings and Claws

I
Feathers floating…
Falling…

II
Sharp talons scratching
At my thoughts

III
Feathers drifting down
Engulfing me
In a cloud of raven black

IV
My words are wings and claws
The color of the midnight sky

V
Feathers soft and sharp
Powerful and fragile
Dipped into my inkwell
Scratch, scratch, scratch

VI
My words are wings and claws
My thoughts are velvety feathers
As dark as the blue-black sky

VII
I am the Morrigan
Protector and stormy pathway
Shape-shifting Goddess
Of fate and death

VIII
I am the Morrigan
Traversing dimensions
Goddess of prophesy,
Night, magic, and revenge

IX
I carry souls
Within my inky wings
To be rebirthed
At my behest

X
Feathers drifting down
Plumose onyx
My thoughts are wings and claws
My words are the midnight sky


© 2016 All Rights Reserved

The Morrigan — Shape-shifting Celtic Raven Goddess of War, Death, Fate, Night, Magic, Prophecy and Revenge. With water as her element, she presides over rivers and lakes. She is sometimes referred to as The Raven Goddess.

Cheers to dVerse and our host Bjorn. We’re delving into cubism as a poetry form, where many small poems are written on the same object with a shift of perspective, that provides context as a whole.

Smoke Signals

Raindrops glistening
like diamonds
mined from human tears
my faith turned into
an empty closet full of lies 
broken promises amassing
into piles of old bones
listening in vain
for familiar footsteps
throwing the feathers
of broken wings
into the fireplace
transforming them
into smoke signals
singeing the sunset
with Your name

©️ 2016 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Cheers to dVerse and poet Victoria. Our word of the day is “feathers.” 


I Am She Who Has Always Existed

I am the ruler of the underworld
I am a heavenly body
I have been a muse since time immemorial
Countless sonnets were inspired by my reign
I go by the names of
Snow, Hunger, Wolf, Flower,
Harvest, Hunter, Blue and Crow
I am the light within the shadows
I am the endings before new beginnings
I rouse your passions
I bring solace to your soul
I am there in your darkest hour
I rule over transitions and balance
I am life and death
I am the embodiment of reap and sow

I am the rhythm of the earth bridging all seasons
Wolves speak to me in ancient tongues
Sea captains hunger for my guidence
Oceans rise and fall under my sway
Tides succumb to my pull
I am the power of love and madness
I am the magic and I am the spell
I bear witness to your sins and secrets
I am the keeper of your regrets and hopes

Seek my wisdom and I will give you…
The gift of transformation
Call upon me and I will teach you…
The eternal cycle of harvesting and letting go
I am reincarnation
I am feast days and festivals
I am She who has always existed
I am more powerful than the sun
I am Lady Luna,
I am the Shekhinah
I am the Triple Goddesses
I am Maiden, Mother, Crone


©️ 2015 Mother Wintermoon / All Rights Reserved

Snow, Hunger, Wolf, Flower, Harvest, Hunter, Blue and Crow are Native American names assigned to moon phases, reflecting the nature of each season. The Shekhinah is the Divine Feminine in Kabbalah, associated with the moon and Kiddush Levanah — the Jewish blessing said outdoors over the new moon each month.

Those who recite the blessing over the new moon is as if they have greeted the presence of the Shekhinah.

Rabbi Yochanan / Talmud

 My bit of creative luna~cy in honor of dVerse and our host, Grace.