Casting the Bones…

by Ravemore

Sometimes a writer presents a product that reaches straight into your chest and gives your heart a little squeeze. The words are woven like a complex and intricate cat’s cradle, simple strings making mind-blowing geometric shapes. Sarah’s piece below is almost Tolkien-like in its quality and ability to lead me to a new level of consciousness. For these reasons I have begun using it when I cast the bones for augury in the witching hours…

The Necromancer’s Chant

Black is the colour of womb and tomb

We meet at night on the dark of the moon

White is the colour of bone and ash

To speak to the dead we bathe and fast

Red is the colour of blood and death

We rub the bones and give them breath (20)

– by Sarah Lawless