August Poem

Aug 9th, 2013 | By | Category: Robin Herne

Robin Herne is a storyteller, poet, artist, Druid and author of Old Gods, New Druids and Bard Song. He regularly speaks at Interfaith seminars, Pagan conventions, and other events as both a lecturer and a storyteller. He  lives in Suffolk, England.

The Mother of the Deep 

Nine daughters deep,                          Ocean’s bosom holds,
Harsh their mother’s reign                  Souls reaped, cold harvest
Held in Ran’s net.                               Constant night awaits,
Illumed by fish fire.                            Phosphorous stars, souls reborn .

Aegir’s wife weeps,                            Salt washes clean,
Caustic the weal,                                 The cure Ran embraced.
Enter her chasms,                                Abysmal clefts house
Hellish forms.                                      Fierce and primal they.

The dead yearn,                                  More brethren draw
Down, tentacles reaching                    Reaping in new kin,
Call siren songs,                                  Seducing the gill-less,
Granting Ran’s healing.                      Hallowed return to roots.

Written for a Heathen blot (ritual) to honour Ran, goddess of the sea and harvester of the souls of the drowned.

 

 

Written for a Heathen blot (ritual) to honour Ran, goddess of the sea and harvester of the souls of the drowned.

 

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