We only said good bye with words/ I died a hundred times. . .

I wasn't going to post this here, but after some comtemplation, I've decided to go ahead as it will be my Samhain invocation and approved by our senior druid, etc. People seemed to have liked it on my other blog.

The Morrigan has been explained to me as being similiar to Cernunnos in so far as it's not that The Morrigan is one deity/person or even a triple aspected deity/person, it's a job title. So it's more like a bunch of goddesses/women who work for MorriganCo. which is a little difficult for me to wrap my head around but makes sense.

Nemain is like . . .a subdivision of the Morrigan (or MorriganCo.) that is staffed (if you will) by women who have died in child birth and other dreadful ways and their job is to wash the bloody clothes of warriors who are about to die.

There's been a poem/invocation in my head for the last few weeks for the Nemain. I don't write much poetry anymore, but this seemed to have needed to be written. Going with the idea of MorriganCo, all of the things "she said" were said to me by different "shes", and the last three paragraphs are what whoever is staffing my branch of my local Nemain has conveyed to me. I will be doing a small altar for her as well, she's requested the picture I like of her and warrior port which is simple enough.

Nemain

She appeared to me in a dream
She said
Her face a canvas of wode
She handed me a feather
and told me to give it to you
She said you'd know what it meant

Whenever there is a battlefield
She is there
She said
When you are able to put your hands
into the river of black oozing sorrow
and not fall in and
Instead grow a pair of white wings
like hers
that will hold you up
when you can't stand
and make your spine a thing
of steel
that's when you've won

I know you said this is the
worst day of your life
since daddy died
She said
But
It got better

Each day a little at a time
She said
Moment by moment
Breath by breath

I'm proud of you
She said

It's impressive
How much you've
Metamorphosized
Became you
But better
Unfettered
She said

Stand your ground
Dig your heels into
the mud slick with blood
and battle
Whispered words do more than
swords most days

Never give up your power
Steal it back
Eat it whole

But don't mistake your power
as freedom from the river
Your wailing and tears
Crimson soaked cloth in hand
Some things can't be forgotten.