Lady of Ravens
Lady of Ravens
strides among warriors
heaped high like snowdrifts,
bloodstained mounds, reeking,
foes’ limbs entangled, embracing.
Food for her black feathered children.
They know. Their buzzing hunger
flies, seeking the Dark Woman’s
fermenting presents.
Listen…
to rough throated
croaked
jagged graces
echoing
eloquence
shared among
corpses.
Encore,
mort…
More,
again…
Morrigan.
~ Wry Welwood
late twentieth century,
previously unpublished,
re-edited May 2021.
The Dark Queen, much-maligned, has more than one aspect.
Thanks to Denise Larkin of The Lark.
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