#goddess poetry

[starmothpress]

The breath that moves

In and out

Gives you life

And it’s

m a g i c

#artist #dreamy #abstract art #ethereal #abstract #mixed media #collage #journal #art journal #sketchbook #magick #copic art #analog #goddess poetry

[ilsebet]

TWILIT DAUGHTER OF BLUE-GLINTING SNOWS SLICING DOWN POWDERED SLOPES, FAITHFUL WOLF-PACK IN HOWLING TOW, UNLEASHING HAIL OF ARROW ON MERCILESS ARROW FROM THY DREAD-SONG BOW SUNNA'S LAST KISS IN GLOAMING FAREWELL LIMNS FAST-FALLING FOES. SKAÐI, EAGLE-EYED HUNTRESS OF WHITE-CAPPED PEAKS, PEERLESS IN STRENGTH, SHE WHO DELIGHTS IN BLIZZARDS BLEAK, THE VERY MOUNTAINS QUAKE TO ONLY HEAR THEE SPEAK. ALL ASGARD FEARS THAT WHICH THY WRATH WREAKS.

#skadi #skaði #nordische göttinnen #göttin #goddess poetry #dianic tradition #dianic #dianic witchcraft #norse goddesses #heathenry #heathen #heathen womyn #heathen women

[dark-romantics]

someone please turn me into a poem or a painting, I’m tired of being human

#dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #classic literature #light academia aesthetic #virginia woolf #english literature #literature #librarylife #letters #lit #light academia #books and libraries #academia aesthetic #dark academia vibes #greek goddess #classic academia #love poems #poetry #spilled words #painting #academia #romantic academia

[mournfulroses]

John Keats, from Selected Poems & Letters of John Keats; "Endymion,"

#lit #john keats #poetry #endymion #words #poetry collection #sea-born #fragments #ahh #selected poetry of john keats #goddess #p

[powdermelonkeg]

Thoughts on the thunder wizard again.

Genuinely, I find Gale's relationship with Mystra to be fascinating when you consider all its facets. Unhealthy, imbalanced, definitely poisonous, but also very, very intricate with a lot of blurred edges to it. One of those things where you're both like "wow, what the hell, that's horrible" but also "that makes perfect sense for their characters, and while I would NEVER, I know why they would, and why it happened."

You've got a wizard who doesn't know what real love is, who thinks he's finally being shown it by the person he adores most. His greatest fantasy, his most potent joy, his most heartfelt aspirations, and they were all offered to him.

And he wants to see what all she's hiding from him, because of course he does. She's the keeper of all things forbidden to him. The empire of Netheril reached magical heights that will never be touched again, and all that knowledge is beyond her curtain. She loves him, right? Surely, if he proves himself enough, she'll let him grasp that power he so desperately wants.

And not even in the power-hungry sense! All that magic Mystra's locked up was accessible during Mystryl's reign. Think of all the answers to theories about the universe that are back there. Every question of "can this be done, and what would it do" would be answered, if he could just bargain hard enough.

She loves him, right?

Surely, if he proves himself enough...

And then, on the other hand, Mystra. Once Midnight, her human personality has been subsumed by the goddess of magic and her duty to the Weave. She has a responsibility to magic, she IS magic.

Then along comes this mortal boy who knows how to handle her Weave. Who doesn't try to wrestle with and dominate, who sings to it. He handles it with such ease and grace—it's not just that he could be Chosen, but he deserves it. To put her Weave in the hands of someone so intrinsically in tune with it, who understands its potential with a wonder like no other. Few enough can handle the raw power that comes with being Chosen, but this one? This one is perfect.

And he adores you. And you adore him, like one would a beautiful butterfly that's landed on their finger. And he's willing to be devoted to you in all things, not out of transaction like most of your worshipers are, but out of love for you, your craft, your magic. You're so deeply and utterly charmed by him.

And it's not like Mystra hasn't walked this path before.

She gives him what he desires, because what he desires is her. And, in a different way, she desires him. She wants him to be her representation in the world. She indulges his adoration with her own presence, and takes indulgence herself in mortal comforts. He's never satisfied with her answers, but who could blame him? She keeps a whole world away from mortals, because she knows what such unfettered power might bring about (again).

And the wizarding prodigy's ambition is lit (again).

And the height of power is reached for (again).

And she stops him (again, again, again).

She does care for him. She doesn't want to see her little butterfly burn himself, and she doesn't want to be the one to ruin those wings.

But then he's not a butterfly. He's a mortal, wielding a weapon of murder, of her murder, and he's brought it to her doorstep because she told him "no." And he's cut himself on it, he doesn't know what it is, but it's hurt him—and it's only a fraction of the hurt it could do to her. How dare he want her help after threatening her?

(He didn't mean to.)

(He only wanted to help.)

(He only wanted. How human.)

She doesn't help him. If he wants to pursue Karsus' weaponry, it's his responsibility, his hubris, that led him to injuring himself on it. She's furious. She's hurt. She's cold.

(What fools these mortals be.)

But then, there's a greater threat to her. Something that could drown the Material in Karsus' failings. And that little boy, who nicked himself on the sword he lifted, still wants her help.

It's a fair trade, isn't it? She'll forgive him, let him into her domain again, if he accepts his punishment and goes into battle for her. He picked up a sword, it's appropriate that he learns to use it in her name, right?

If he was telling the truth, he wouldn't hesitate. If he really wanted to serve her with the Netherese Orb, he would jump at the opportunity to do so. He would have to give up a few petty things in the process, ("petty," she calls mortality, as if family and home mean nothing, as if friends and love are finite. Because to her, they do mean nothing. Because to her, they are finite.) but it isn’t atonement without sacrifice, is it?

It's the tactical move. She's not above hurting one man to save a nation. It's not even the first time she's done it.

(Dornal Silverhand sends his regards.)

If he loves her, he'd die for her, because she'd let him into her paradise. If he doesn't love her, he won't, and she was justified in removing him from her grace.

He doesn't love her. Not anymore.

Does he hate her enough to try to take his dues?

Ambition has always been man's greatest folly.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #mystra #listen. go watch steven universe where rose says 'i'm not a real person' #pay attention to how rose laughs at greg and how funny and sweet humans are #that's how i think mystra sees her chosen #but she lacks rose's willingness to change and dip into mortal life #gale is cute. gale is precious. gale is wonderful. but gale is amusing. #and he's not equal to a god. certainly not the goddess of magic. and his attempts to insist that he is are only met with a pat on the head #long post #oops i turned a ramble into poetry again. i swear it's not intentional #the parentheses got me :/

[muresetivoire]

Oh, Aphrodite

#literature #bookworm #light academia #light academia aesthetic #light academia moodboard #booknerd #poetry #romantic academia #romantic academia aesthetic #romanticism #books and libraries #books and literature #books and coffee #bookblr #studyblr #greekblr #greek goddess #aphrodite #angelcore #angel aesthetic #pinkcore #pink aesthetic #flowercore #cottagecore #greek mythology #art academia #classic academia #classic painting #classic art #vintage

[meanwhilepoetry]

Sing O goddess, of Hera's rage, how they vilified her for it, even if she was a woman betrayed. Sing O goddess, of Helen's desire, how everyone forgot she was the daughter of the most powerful God and that was what made the whole world burn. Sing O goddess, of Hestia's fires, how she left the cruelty of Olympus for a peaceful life - how she gave Prometheus the idea to steal the sacred flames for the mortal world. Sing O goddess, but not of Odysseus or Menelaus, Achilles or Agamemnon. Sing instead of women full of fire. Sing us the torch song which brings wildfire when Goddesses like you are ignored.

Nikita Gill, Great Goddesses 2

#spilled ink #greek mythology #hera #helen #hestia #greek myth #writing #poetry #words #great goddesses #poem #feminist quotes #feminist literature #feminist books #homer

[dearorpheus]

"In ways that are often hard to articulate but run through everything, my work has been deeply informed by my own experiences. I have been reading Homer throughout my adult life. Whenever I hear blustering winds and rain-storms, surging rivers or choppy seas, when I watch a flock of geese or a swooping hawk, when I walk through rustling woods or up a mountainside, I know I am inside the world of Homeric similes. Even the most trivial moments of daily life remind me of Homer. I notice that my feet are not "well-oiled" whenever I tie my sandals on. I cannot watch my dog happily rolling in mulch without thinking of Achilles, prostrated in grief and tossing around in the dust. More seriously, the poem gives me a language to understand my deepest emotions and those of people around me. When I weep for my mother, who died recently in a distant land, I remember the grief of Achilles and of Priam. The Iliad is with me always."

— Emily Wilson, in the translator's note of her Iliad

#'Calliope the Muse of heroic poetry probably has better things to do than help a mere translator. #Nevertheless I have prayed for her aid daily for over a decade as I worked to create these two translations of the Homeric epics. #Now that the task is done I lay my words at the feet of the goddess.' #homer #my upload

[6cunning6linguist6]

Jill Hardener

#inked goddess #jill hardener #fabul@$$ #entrance in rear #poetry in motion

[g0j0s]

devi: the goddess within

i have often heard people refer to women as devi insisting on their divinity. but often the implications are about Sati or Sita; the ones who perform sacrifices as their earthly duties. but what if she’s not?

what if she’s a mere human with many many faults and flaws that she works on diligently? what if instead of being single dimensional, she’s kaleidoscopic? what if she’s wrathful like Chandi but also demure like Gauri? what if she’s the source of life like Aditi but also dwells in cremation grounds like Kali? what if she’s wise like Saraswati but also possesses immense beauty like Laxmi?

if you really think about it, perhaps her dharma is only to figure out her life and honor her own light. perhaps, the reason she exists is for herself but she chooses to welcome others and love them. perhaps, she is the embodiment of all the devis; but on her own terms, just how she wants to be.

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[starmothpress]

#pagan poetry #devotional poetry #spiritual poetry #goddess poetry #poem as prayer #spiritual poem #poems on tumblr

[prommytheus]

alright name poll

rb after you vote or it'll just be me and my 12 mutuals plsss

#this also applies to cis people not just trans people!! just if youve ever changed your name #polls #names #transgender #i go first :) simon is after simon blackquill- lucas/luke is after lucas from pokemon- #eden bc its a biblical name and i think its a really itneresting bit of imagery in poetry and art. i <3 allegory #and persephone bc of the goddess/the character from hades/ and bc my sister saw someone named that whos nickname was 'sephy' #and bc its on theme with the pomegranate thing i have going n

[tears-of-amber]

Freyja in the honeysuckle breeze,

Freyja in the sap of the trees,

Freyja in the way beauty turns my cheeks red,

Freyja in the fight to get out of bed,

Freyja in the gold of my great grandma’s rings,

Freyja in the sound that the mourning dove sings,

Freyja in the tears when I cry out so lonely,

Freyja in the fact that love heals me.

Freyja in the taste of a first kiss,

Freyja in the fight against injustice.

-Velvet Rose (written by me)

#witchcraft #witchblr #pagan #Freya devotee #devotional #poetry #Freya #Freyja #goddess #nature #spirituality #paganism #norse paganism

[mournfulroses]

Guillaume Apollinaire, tr. by Anne Hyde Greet, from Calligrammes: "In the Dugout,"

#lit #guillaume apollinaire #goddess #poetry #writings #poetry in translation #fragments #quotes #p

[aphroditehearmyprayer]

#aphrodite #greek gods #greek mythology #greek myths #venus #goddess #goddess of love #greek goddess #poetry

[luvrdotcom]

Some quotes I loved from "Circe" by Madeline Miller

“I did not pretend to be a mortal. I showed my lambent, yellow eyes at every turn. None of it made a difference. I was alone and a woman, that was all that mattered.”

“I had once told Daedalus that I would never marry, because my hands were dirty, and I liked my work too much. But this was a man with his own dirty hands.”

“Odysseus, son of Laertes, the great traveler, prince of wiles and tricks and a thousand ways. He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.”

“A dozen times grief had scorched, but its fire had never burned through my skin. My madness in those days rose from a new certainty: that at last, I had met the thing the gods could use against me.”

“Our faces are both lined now, marked with our years. I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am conforted. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.”

#circe #books #book quotes #madeline miller #literature #greek mythology #greek myth retellings #circe madeline miller #circe goddess #booktok #reading #poems #poetry #writing