Intimations of Ancestry
In keeping with my exploration of Witches Familiars and Horned Gods, I feel this old poem of mine expresses the psychic power of their presence.
Song of the Gundestrup Cauldron
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She turns the moon in her hands,
spins the bowl of blood in a silver spiral.
She turns the moon in her hands
Spins the bowl of blood in a silver spiral.
She turns the moon in her hands
Spins the bowl of blood in a silver spiral
She turns the moon in her hands
Spins the bowl of blood on a silver spiral
She turns the moon in her hands
Spins the bowl of blood in a silver spiral
She turns the moon in her hands…
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i feel more than words when i read ,i can hear music, and water dances, and when i try to take a word out of the text when i touch it in anyway it transforms into water. so i enjoy taking the words so that they become liquid. it s so much nicer than a mousetrap.the poem about silver cernunnos is great it s not written with words but with grass, stream and leaves or so it seemed to me.you can actually see the words melt into a whole as soon as you utter them, and they form a picture and then you think you can walk in the picture and you are there.and your tarot cards brought tears to my eyes, but i don t know why yet. i also think i can forget myself in it, or drown.
Wow! What kind remarks! I am glad my poem had that effect on you. Thanks
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