Morrigan
Art work by Courtney Davis
Morrigan was the Celtic goddess of war and death who could take the shape of a crow or raven. She is associated with the sometimes frightening aspects of female energy, and is wife to Dagda. As one aspect of the Celtic triple goddess, Morrigan is seen washing bloody laundry prior to battle by those destined to die.
Hymn to the Morrigan by Isaac Bonewits
O Morrigan, we call your name
Across the dusty years.
You speak to us, of blood and lust.
You show us all our fears.
You are a goddess, old and wise.
Of holy power you have no dearth.
Beneath your wings : Black, Red and White,
We learn of death and birth.
You walk about, this ancient land,
Your hungers raw and clear.
You make the crops, grow rich and strong,
As well your geese and deer.
A flirting maid, a lusty hag,
A mother of great girth :
Without the touch of your black wings,
We cannot heal the earth.
You float upon, a blood red wave,
Of swords and spears and knives.
Your voice inspires, fear and dread,
That you'll cut short our lives.
You try the warriors', courage sore,
Our inner souls unearth.
Without the touch of your red wings,
We cannot know our worth.
You fly above the silver clouds,
To Manannan's shining Gate.
You lead the dead along that path,
To meet our final fate.
The joke's on us, we find within,
A land of laughter and of mirth.
Without the touch of your white wings,
We cannot have rebirth.
The Morrigan by Whitney Jones
I may not have done all that was expected,
But in my heart I know I am true.
I wish I could have seen in all her glory,
The one I call Morrigan.
In the one I find love and caring,
Peace and forgiveness are all around.
In two I find the power and sorcery,
Of a true Goddess supreme, Morrigan.
In three I find the strength of a warrior,
the spite of the Irish in the One true.
Morrigan has found me and loves the way I look,
Even when I don't look as good as most.
She has found me to be the person I am,
Not the person that everyone wants me to be.
In the one I found grace and understanding,
That has surpassed all time and space.
In two I found the Magick to be,
Not "the" me, but to be just me.
In three I found the war inside,
As well as out is trivial and thoughtless.
All these things are given to me, to be, to finally see,
The Morrigan.