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

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

January is one of those months; it has a stillness to it; often feeling stark, bleak, and unyielding both in nature and on an energetic level; it continues the theme of the bare bones of all things and whilst we are encouraged to begin again, renew ourselves optimistically and with gusto, I often feel that there is a step missing in this inevitable pattern. I understand the need for self renewal and have stuck to the theme of January being “Self care is Soul care,” through of

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

Art by – Dan Burgess I stand by the gate Clad in Starlight Howling deep into the void There is a map somewhere In the Cosmos A reciting of which can be heard Wolf eyes alight in the telling Heart aching deep in my chest I’m longing to run, As ever I’ve done When your voice dream speaks to my soul False signposts are scattered all over Rotting along with the mire Those cutting words seem so absurd When my heart sings along with my soul Twilight shifts into doorways Witchcraft

Original Art –Boneyard. Photo by alexstoddard on Flickr The illumination of the relationship between Witchcraft and bones seems inevitable in the wake of this year of Death. As we enter the final months of 2016 and Winter begins to take a hold, thoughts turn to the Solstice, banishing the difficulties of months gone by, and celebrating the painful lessons that have been dished out like bitter candy over and over again. The motifs of bones, skulls, and the archetypal Witch thr

Original art – Sorceress. The Goblin Ball: Ice Kingdom – Sat 22 June 2013. Melbourne, Australia Invoking Badb, Crone aspect of Morrigan. “I am the War Crow I am the Death Crow I am Badb. And you will fall before me.” -Joey Morris 2015 #badb #death #deathcrow #crow #raven #wolf #witch #witchcraft #goddess #themorrigan #morrigan #morrigu

There has been something in the atmosphere lately that seems to lead many spiritual folks to wish to separate themselves from, and loudly express disdain for, their human condition. Reading the wonderful essay by Nephilim Rising Stand Strong, Witch it felt as though perhaps it was time to express how misguided I feel this current trend to be, especially when it comes to the path of the Witch. We spend so much time trying to define ourselves as Mystics, Witches, Spiritual bein

(Original image – Witching hour by DmajicPhotography.) I place my bare feet Upon this Earth And feel the call Of all that was My aching soul It longs to run To be free with The Wild Ones My beating heart Sings out loud The trees they know It’s all around The Crows are singing Back at me Little daughter You’re not asleep I see through wolf eyes I weave my fate Tears sow the ground From my mistakes But warriors They are simply made That iron dancer Is not

(Photograph – The Girl & The Wolf Photographer Jessica Tremp) There’s this ache In my bones That’s screaming to run When standing Stone still Should not be done There’s blood on my lips Deep in the growl Of wolves in the soul On shadowy prowl There’s a twitch In my essence Burning ablaze Threatening to burn All in the way There’s a drum Beating Deep in my chest And til this is conquered There will be no rest I will have my victory By teeth and by claw

Followed by the weed that binds And moths of veiled white Speak to me of ancient trees And gifts of raven sight Hold fast to the dirt trod Earth As you learn to fly Balance is key to all things The rhyme and reason why I have been lost for many years Seeking the unknown Counting blessings and the hurts Of everything I’m shown Morrigan is on the wind The breath and scream of Crow The storm it whips around my heart Where weak men fear to go She places blade into