Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
A Poem
Nessa, The Warrior
April 24th, 2002
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A directive from Grace:
"You don't have to learn to be
a warrior.
You have to remember having been one.
When you have a memory, speak."
Open gray eyes look in.
Women were warriors in Caesar's time!
I remember the warrior queens
who resisted conquest on Europe's green's.
I remember the bulldyke, Boudica
who nearly unseated the Roman claim.
I remember myself.
I am Nessa, a warrior and a shaman.
Shameless is my Goddess and ferocious.
I am a horse-bound clanswoman;
a red haired, full-robed, bronze-belted swordswoman.
I am shaman of sacred groves and other old realms,
a pagan of times when men are lovers to men
and women to women,
as is our honored pagan custom.
Ever and ever did we think to reign
in such an independent fashion,
until the day the foe came.
Cuimhnich air nadaoine o`n
d`thainig thu
" Remember the people from whom you came."
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(bowing low and thanking the Lady Aria for this inspiration)
Lord Nessa