Raven's Poem (day 4)

Shapeshifting in Autumn

Happy Tuesday.

As always, I am tenderly surprised by the way you all show up to these poetry prompts. Some of you are writing poetry that brings me to tears; others are becoming paid subscribers to support my work; I feel the energy of all of you who open these emails to see what’s waiting on the other side—thank you for being here.

I know this is already going to be one of my favorite days of this week-long poetry series, because the word for today is:

s h a p e s h i f t e r .

Transitions are messy and strange, right? They require us to show up in ways we weren’t expecting to, they require us to put on new skin sometimes, to question reality, to ask what’s what. They lead us to surprising ourselves again and again.

Shapeshifters are present through many myths, legends, and cultural stories, from the Celtic Morrigan to raven and crow stories in other Indigenous cultures.

The raven shows up to us, sometimes as an omen, sometimes as a beacon of honesty, prophecy and insight.

So, as you write your poem today, hold the wisdom, the truth-telling of raven, the shapeshifting power of The Morrigan, and your own inner wisdom.

Let that powerful wisdom guide you right now.

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Raven’s Poem

There you are
moving like me
and yet I
cannot make sense
of which is
True- are You
Me or am 
I You ?

Raven called me
in the middle
of the night
and said that
I should show
my face and
so I did,
finally, to God.

We spend our
lives shifting shape
only to realize
that we were
always exactly the
shape we were
destined to be
the entire time.