Image source Memories in dirt trod places An ache of something soul wired Screeching across field and foe The rankling of oppressive chains Ripped and charred Once a story learned by rote No longer spoken but on the wind Only the memories we carry Claws in the darkness, teeth biting, Burn it all to ash and starch the bones Sing to them, sing for them, bleed into them, All those forgotten souls, honourable, wise, less so Death is not a quiet whisper A story is not

I am Her And She is me The guardian in woad A story screams Across the void Marked in battle lines I hear her scream Guttering The pitch black chord of night I am her and She is me There is no true divide I cross the ocean bruised And weary To speak at fire side The lightning calls As once it did The drums of war unfold I am Her And She is me The warrior in woad – Joanne Morris 2017 all rights reserved #war #woad #warrior #dancer #ancestor #celtic #celt #p

Image – Olivia Rose Photography All her own work “Blood to the Hedge, Prick of the finger, Lightning in our veins, It’s not wise to linger The Wanderer Held hands with the Shifter Blink And you missed Her Blink And He kissed her…” – Joey Morris 2017 All my own work and design all rights reserved #lightning #connection #po #poet #poetry #poem #power #spirit #spirituality

Image –by Shi-Nya-Nya The Songs Were like Dust In my Bones Aching Yearning to be released Blood stained fingertips Becoming fingerprints Along the edges Of the Cave wall I bury my heart deep Betwixt the hedgerow A shadow of the Land Beneath my feet I stomp Out the remedy and the rhythm To songs long forgotten That reside On the tip of our tongues These songs Were like dust Rising again from the bones Swirling Rising on the winds Of memory And were tasted R

Image from Tumblr A thousand waves descended And yet I did not drown Don’t ask me to lie Don’t ever expect me to lie down Warriors are forged And fire is my craft Once you know the secret You can never go back Once they tried to bury me But the earth knows my name And I don’t fit in here I will never be the same I am the howling white wolf My mother is The Crow And if you get a glimpse Then you will never know Don’t expect me to giggle And flirt and flick my

Can’t lie to the seer who dreams in Crow tongue Can’t take back the future when it’s already done Can’t shade the soul whose sound in their core Can’t fool the Goddess She’s been here before. -Joanne Morris all my own work and design, all rights reserved Image from pinterest #po #poet #poetry #poem #power #criw #deathcrow #crow #themorrigan #morrigu #morrigan

There’s a witch, In this mist, Lighter than air Brow rain kissed. Wolf eyes, Through the haze, Echoes of the mind are your only maze. Can you see? Beyond the screen, To all that ever was And all that’s ever been. – Joanne Morris 2017 All my own work and design all rights reserved #witch #witchcraft #mist #light #air #po #poet #poetry #poem #spirit #spirituality #spiritual

Photographer Mira Nedyalkova Wanderer Perhaps it is time to go to the sea For there always was too much of the dreamer in me With a heart of sand that was slipping away As I headed deep out into the bay And I stay Singing songs that time once forgot Setting a course that I know I can’t plot And the dreamer she whispers don’t give in But a lifetime of battles I never could win And I stay And the rain kisses my forehead As my feet bleed against the rocky sea bed Jus

Image – Nemesis by Hollllow And when Badb came for me I knew it was not yet my time But I had screamed for death And She had heard me And with an otherworldy scythe Cleaved me in two And demanded I remember who I was “Sew it up,” She told me “And with every inch of that pain Scream your utmost…” Badb had given me a voice And I remembered how much I was alive Even when it tore me to pieces. J.Morris 2015 #goddessbadb #badb #darkgoddess #goddess #po #poet #poetry #p

“In the Spring Kissed Woodland Dances bare a Maid Young and pure and lovely Strong and unafraid She speaks of Birth and Promise Of all the things that grow Of all the steps you’ve yet to take Of all you’ve yet to know. So take her hand and breathe And dance upon the Earth For the promise of Hope and Joy Life begins with Birth.” – Joanne Morris All my own work and design all rights reserved #wood #woodland #maiden #goddess #hope #breath #birth #po #poet #poetry #poe

Image – Jenny of Omnia The gentle breath Of a Moth’s wing Winds of change In everything The world quiets There is no rush The thorns and posies In underbush The gateway opens The fae elope The trees sing songs Of the mountain slope The wolf eyed girl Howls at Dark Moon The river bends The journey, soon. Joey Morris – All my own work and design all rights reserved #po #poet #plant #poetry #poem #power #treemagick #magick #spirit #spirituality #spiritual

They’ve tried to break me Since I was a child Told me to behave Be quiet and mild The truth is I’m broken And proud to be so For light pours through the lines We’re daring to show I readjust when I stumble I cry and I scream But I won’t let you tell me That I can’t have my dream So the world can keep All of it’s fakes I’ll run to my wildness Even when my soul shakes So come with me, jump with me Into the gulf Together we’ll run with The souls of the wolf. J

Survival of a Crow Hearted Girl Clawing at my back down to the bone to try and find my soot stained wings Blood in the welts Of where they lashed Badges of honour from a battle long fought Tearing my skin To draw out my chain Remembering that I could fly once Screams in the night Memories resurrect Hearing the call to run until I ache Until my feet crack Until my knees fail Until the ground swallows me whole – Joey Morris 2016 All my own work and design all rights r

“No matter how gloomy life can be We can be the Crow in the Silver Birch tree Remembering that we can laugh And treat the rain like our bird bath Beginnings can be truly tough Leave you feeling down and rough But remember you’re halfway to the sky Just spread your wings and you will fly!” – Joanne Morris All my own work all rights reserved #tree #birch #crow #po #poet #poetry #poem

Art by Natalia Drepina Freeing the Witch There’s something safer in the dreams Where reality is not what it seems Where the walls break and fly and the madness isn’t shy The part of me that remembers how to speak In a heart murmur which is not weak And the chains on me fall soundless to the ground And I howl The makeup smears across our faces We resign all our given places Why did you tell me who to be As though you feared if I was free And the words lay heavy on

Art by by katrina sesum My spiritual path is dirty It’s hands down in the mud Dancing til you’re breaking Aching in the blood Touch the Earths divinity Howl my little wolf, howl For you should never separate Sensuality and soul Badb’s lips are bloody She sings of little deaths So scream out in your ecstacy Life in every breath J.Morris 2015 All my own work all rights reserved #goddessbadb #badb #po #poet #poetry #poem #spells #spirit #spirituality #spiritual

Say you’re a wolf You’ve got to be joking First sign of blood You know you’d be choking There’s something deeper Than what’s in a name It’s about being broken And never the same It’s given by Mother A medal she pins For living through trials Where nobody wins Say you’re a wolf But you don’t howl at the sky Or run through the forest Without knowing why It’s about baring your teeth And baring your heart Hearing the Wild Right from the start So don’t cry wolf

She walks, Clad in Midnight, Feet bare, Amongst the Starlight, O Goddess, Of the mysteries, Barely mentioned, In the histories, Fate entwines Around our reality, To Survive Is her speciality Of Shadow Her warrior flame To rise Without hint of shame I call upon The Dark Goddess I call out to The Dark Goddess Arms outstretch for The Dark Goddess Hail to thee The Dark Goddess – Joanne Morris 2017 All my own work and design all rights reserved #dark #darkgo

I bear my teeth and howl I let my soul dance bare The running wild wolf I am not your harbour I am the storm The crashing ocean wave I whisper honest truth Whilst others play their games The naked flame I will change you Ask you to be more I see into your soul My fear is gone The warrior remains My heart is strong I have the reigns So now begin On Corvid wings The flame rises The phoenix sings. – Joanne Morris 2016 All rights reserved #wolf #po #poet #poetry #p

★ In the mist where secrets dwell Lies a story I shall tell What lurks beyond that Woodland Fell The tolling of the Faery bell… ★ – Joey Morris 2016 All my own work and design all rights reserved #fae #faery #po #poet #poetry #poem #power