Hail to the Lake Mother, ancient and cold
Hail to the springs ever-flowing
Hail to the wells and the witchers of water
May we yet live, though the rivers run dry
Hail to the land where the rivers run dry
Where they flow underground
Where the stones carry memory
Where roots drive deep
Into ancient scars
Finding the water
Showing what shifted
Where the lakes and the oceans
Have all turned to stone
And the stone tells the story
To those who would listen
Hail to the springs ever-flowing
Hail to the wells and the witchers of water
May we yet live, though the rivers run dry
Hail to the land where the rivers run dry
Where they flow underground
Where the stones carry memory
Where roots drive deep
Into ancient scars
Finding the water
Showing what shifted
Where the lakes and the oceans
Have all turned to stone
And the stone tells the story
To those who would listen
My Father's Son (/Last Son) (poem)
Jan. 26th, 2020 10:17 pm ...and sometimes my brain is just like, guess what, today we have a few verses about "His Father's Son," in No Man of Woman Born by Ana Mardoll (https://www.amazon.com/Man-Woman-Born-Rewoven-Tales-ebook/dp/B07C86CX8G) that kinda scan to "Bar'bry Allen."
I found a home with Hilon's folk
I'd never wish them sorrow
They claimed and loved me as their own
Yet I must leave tomorrow
The master trained me every day
With steel to thrust and parry
And well I knew, if I should stay
His daughters I might marry
But once I had another home
With sisters and with brothers
Guided by the wisdom of
My six dear loving mothers
But then one night into our camp
An evil man came riding
He burned our home and spilt our blood,
And earned my hate undying
Guyon was the monster's name
All kinships keen to conquer
His doom foretold by Cadfen's son
Each boy he found he'd slaughter
So I must seek my vengeance true
For every murdered brother
He'll learn the day I run him through
My father sired another
constructive criticism welcomed
No Man of Woman Born highly recommended. (Many stories need content notes/warnings, and they have them! Right there in the book! It's so good!)
"His Father's Son" is probably my favorite story, tho many are in strong contention. I read it again every few weeks & have big feelings.
I found a home with Hilon's folk
I'd never wish them sorrow
They claimed and loved me as their own
Yet I must leave tomorrow
The master trained me every day
With steel to thrust and parry
And well I knew, if I should stay
His daughters I might marry
But once I had another home
With sisters and with brothers
Guided by the wisdom of
My six dear loving mothers
But then one night into our camp
An evil man came riding
He burned our home and spilt our blood,
And earned my hate undying
Guyon was the monster's name
All kinships keen to conquer
His doom foretold by Cadfen's son
Each boy he found he'd slaughter
So I must seek my vengeance true
For every murdered brother
He'll learn the day I run him through
My father sired another
constructive criticism welcomed
No Man of Woman Born highly recommended. (Many stories need content notes/warnings, and they have them! Right there in the book! It's so good!)
"His Father's Son" is probably my favorite story, tho many are in strong contention. I read it again every few weeks & have big feelings.
On mothernight, may she be with you
Dec. 23rd, 2019 03:17 amHail to you, Space Mother.
Wise in your madness,
Strong in your pain.
Teach us to live in your honor.
To take our meds.
To take no shit.
To strike against creeps.
To make the world sparkle.
To seek less glory,
And more solid paychecks.
To be steadfast in friendship.
To flip off the world.
To feel the fear,
to live with it,
wrapped around our hearts,
half-choking...
To be terrified, yet never stopped.
To get up, and go out,
and Do. The. Thing.
To tell our own stories.
To die our own way.
As you drowned in moonlight,
May we find our own best ends,
And live in the memories of all who might love us.
Wise in your madness,
Strong in your pain.
Teach us to live in your honor.
To take our meds.
To take no shit.
To strike against creeps.
To make the world sparkle.
To seek less glory,
And more solid paychecks.
To be steadfast in friendship.
To flip off the world.
To feel the fear,
to live with it,
wrapped around our hearts,
half-choking...
To be terrified, yet never stopped.
To get up, and go out,
and Do. The. Thing.
To tell our own stories.
To die our own way.
As you drowned in moonlight,
May we find our own best ends,
And live in the memories of all who might love us.
Moonfather
Nov. 2nd, 2019 11:35 amCN: genderqueer/trans(ish?) gender / sex / body parts / pregnancy / birth / nursing refs that won't be everyone's cup of tea
Anyway...
Screwing around with fictional mythology again
We call you, Moonfather
Shining bright in darkness
Steering your course ever true
We hail you, Moonfather
Your shape ever-changing,
Yet never untrue to yourself
We praise you, Moonfather
Our lord who calls the tides
Who spins in a dance with the earth
We know you, Moonfather
You whose circling footsteps
Mark out the turns of the year
We honor you, Moonfather
You who birthed our forefolk
And guided them with with wisdom
We love you, Moonfather
As your womb sheltered them
Let us shelter our children
As your milk nourished them
Let us nourish all who need
Anyway...
Screwing around with fictional mythology again
We call you, Moonfather
Shining bright in darkness
Steering your course ever true
We hail you, Moonfather
Your shape ever-changing,
Yet never untrue to yourself
We praise you, Moonfather
Our lord who calls the tides
Who spins in a dance with the earth
We know you, Moonfather
You whose circling footsteps
Mark out the turns of the year
We honor you, Moonfather
You who birthed our forefolk
And guided them with with wisdom
We love you, Moonfather
As your womb sheltered them
Let us shelter our children
As your milk nourished them
Let us nourish all who need