Mama Marina

mothering in the wild

Midnight ‘Moir: Gran-riella Returns

ft. mosaic heart

Midnight ’Moir.—

where memory becomes mythology,

and muses speak what silence once swallowed.

Back to share some words of wisdom is Gran-riella.

Gran-riella

The Clan’s mystical wise sage. Spirit embodied, she is a natural advice giver. She counsels the youthful, comforts the crestfallen, guides the adrift. She hums lullabies of peace, swaying sorrow to sleep. She doesn’t have perspective; she IS perspective.

mosaic heart (text only)

To my Dearest Muses:
               Sister Goddesses of Fuses,

              there are those
        who will
shape
   rearrange
recreate
   make mosaic
shattered shards
    of once your heart
	who for forgiveness
 		Art is penance
                          	deserving Grace
			      and not your Vengeance
					open the door 
                                                            for them 
                                                                     once more
	                                                                           but not again.

there are others who forsake
let fragments scar
earn hardened gates
of twisted barb
their gentle feet
could never brave
bid them farewell
put lock to chain
spend not your time
on wasted blame
keep hands at work on
building back
what feels not Fair
they're just repairs
we need to make
our greatest feat
to undertake
as for them — just for our sake
enough too late
is no mistake
stay muse no more
for those who wait
on closing doors
to make you Art.

<3 Gran-riella

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This poetic-art series is composed of solos from a Clan of ’Moir Muses—each a voice, a perspective, a fragment of truth whispered in rhythm. For more information about this series, click here.