Maranda Wabik A Call to my beloved Melusine: Oh, Great Ancestress of the Lands and the Waters Oh, Faery Queen who tended the Fountain of Thirst Oh, Mermaid Goddess who resided in the Forest Oh, Great Goddess Melusine, Oh, Beauteous Faery Queen, who built Lusignan Oh, Great Mother Melusine, Oh, Mother of Royal Bloodlines Oh,…
Kathleen Lowe In the hush of late autumn, when the mist hangs low and the forest floor softens with fallen leaves, the Lady of the Wood awakens. She does not come with the bright call of spring, nor the song of summer thrush, she comes quietly, cloaked in grey and green, with moss at her…
Ember Markussen She arrived naked. Scraps of fabric clung to her soaking back, dragging her through the tide as she tore her nails into the unknown earth. The sea thrashed her backward and forward, one endless wave of indecision. Yet she held fast. When finally the ocean had done with her, and she was sure…
Sarah Leverett The Cailleach greets me at the heart of Tír na nÓg where Ancestor Oak’s roots span wide and run deep into the fertile earth. She offers me a vial, an elixir to lift the veil, a path through the liminal, a potion to wipe away the illusions of this world. I’m tempted to…
Samantha Weisberg The perpetual darkness envelops my soft tissue revitalizing me with lustful potency. I don’t fumble through the black. I ascend. Alone in the pitch, I release as my pulse drums down into the spiraling flame. Samantha Weisberg received her MFA in Writing from The School of the Art Institute of Chicago in 2007….
Mary Petiet The dreamscape panther runs, lunging agile, undeniable tearing at my eyes, my throat, my heart a young man moves to spear her, but I gesture him away I am merging with the panther as she rips apart my senses I am dying to the old as I am born into the new I…
Susan Morgaine I come before you To ask you how How I can heal Myself right now My head is down It should be held up I beseech you, my lady, To drink from your cup You have given me the sword Sovereignty is mine But the sword is so heavy The Tor I need…
Suzanne O’Gara Morgan Le Fay, Mistress of Magic, May the power and beauty of Avalon Fly to me on your raven wings. May my mind be as clear as the Chalice Well waters, May my words be as wise and sweet as your apple groves, And as clever and swift as Excalibur. May my energy…
Branwen’s Children in America Peyton Belunek Branwen is a goddess, so dear to my heart. I live in the State of Texas in North America, decidedly in the diaspora of my northwest European ancestors. Branwen called to me, this beautiful goddess who left her homeland of Wales for Ireland. Her heart ached so far from…
Sharon Smith The Trees said, “Avalon will rise again.” A spark flashed in my soul. Small flecks of heat. A warmth spread out within me, The embers fanned by the morning breeze Rustling through the canopy overhead Until the fire roared. Excitement? Uncertainty? Whatever could it mean? “Avalon will rise again.” The very idea, A…