It was a snake, cold of eye, its tongue flickering, its fangs dripping with poison. It hissed, and a drop of poison from its mouth dripped onto Loki’s face, making his eyes burn. Loki screamed and contorted, writhing and twisting in pain. He tried to get out of the way, to move his head from beneath the poison. The bonds that had once been the entrails of his own son held him tightly.
The subtle-souled dim radiant queen
Burns like a bale-fire through the mist;
The slender earth is bright and green,
Emerald, gray and amethyst;
The wavering breeze has slowly kissed
The way between
Her zone and wrist.
Pale guardian of the altar-flame,
Syren of old, perfidious song,
A murmuring runnel lately came
In streaming hate of mortal wrong.
Wait, for, my goddess, not for long
The snake is tame. …
See! He is strong!
The wide-set temple-pillars gleam,
As marble white, and tall as pines;
The doorway to immortal dream
Lies through the temple’s purple shrines.
Behold, pure queen, the magic signs.
Let words out-stream
As mingled wines! …
The Hermetic Library arts and letters pool is a project to publish poetry, prose and art that is inspired by or manifests the Western Esoteric Tradition. If you would like to submit your work for consideration as part of the Arts and Letters pool, contact the librarian.
“The economy of nature provides for all types. You cannot feed a horse on rabbits or a snake on grass, in spite of Mr. Swinburne’s remarks about ‘the chewing of some perfumed deadly grass.’ At the same time, we have a perfect right to take sides with either the horse or the snake.” [via]
“Rainbow Snake Altar for the Aquarian New Moon.”
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Images of your ritual or ritual space, images of sigils or tools, showing off your own library or special volume from the restricted stacks, sacred spaces and places, esoteric artefacts and installations, inspired paintings and people – these and much more are part of the culture and practice of magick.
“I watched, a leopard, stealthy in the corn,
As if a tigress held herself above;
My body quivered, eager to be torn,
Stung by the snake of some convulsive love!
The leopard changed his spots; for in me leapt
The mate, the tiger. Murderous I sprang
Across the mellow earth: my senses swept,
One torrent flame, one soul-dissolving pang.
How queenly bent her body to the grip!
How lithe it slips, her bosom to my own!
The throat leans back, to tantalise the lip:—
The sudden shame of her is overthrown!” [via]
“‘Even I myself—my youth within me said:
Go, seek this folly; fear not for the dead,
And God is with thine arm! I reached the ridge,
And saw the river and the ghastly bridge
I told you of. Even then, even there, I fled.
Nor knight, nor king—a miserable midge!
‘Yet from my shame I dare not turn and run.
My oath grows urgent as my days are done.
Almost mine hour is on me: for its sake
I tell you this, as if my heart should break:—
The infinite desire—a burning sun!
The listening fear—the sun-devouring snake!'” [via]