A Story of the Morrigan
A Samhain Playlette
MoonPath CUUPS
October 27, 2007

The scene opens with a young woman sitting at a well.

Narrator: And now we begin our story. Here we see a young maid,
sitting at a well. Perhaps she is drawing water. Perhaps she is
washing clothes. This is a simple country scene. Innocent enough, or
is it?

Enter the young warrior.

Narrator: And here comes a young warrior. He sees the maid at the
well. She's all alone, here, deep in the woods. Might he have his
way with her?

Warrior prances in anticipation.

Narrator, stepping aside: What say you? What would you do?  This is
a setup! Haven't you read the faerie tales of the Brothers Grimm?
Haven't you some familiarity with the legends of King Arthur?

A maid alone at a well. Don't do it!

Narrator beckoning to audience: Don't do it!

Shills in the audience repeat: Don't do it!

The warrior hesitates.

Narrator: This setup is the beginning of a classic story. Mess with
that Maiden, and things will get really bad for you. Far worse than
you can imagine.

Narrator: For tonight we have the story of the Morrigan. She is a
Dark Goddess of Celtic legend. And she can change her appearance.

(Morph) Crone steps behind the Maiden, back to back. 
        They rotate so the Crone is facing forward, holding a raven.
        The Maiden steps off stage.

Narrator: The Morrigan lives in the Otherworld, those invisible
regions below ground and beyond the seas. The Otherworld is
accessible through caves, lakes, and faerie mounds. Here is a land
of feasting and hunting. There is no pain or sickness and no one
grows old. Here is the land of youth. 

Crone struts about.

Narrator: Some are led to the Otherworld by accident, magickal
charms or faerie women. Here, she is known as the Phantom Queen. She
strikes fear in the hearts of both the living and the dead. The
gateways to this Otherworld are the Faerie Mounds. Those little
hillettes that dot Ireland. A few of these hillettes can even be
found in Fort Lauderdale.

The Crone circles the audience, pointing questioningly at a few of
the men.

Narrator: The Morrigan is a Goddess of war, transformation, and
death. She is often seen in the aspect of the Crone. Her totem
animal is the raven. She is the one who decides - which warriors
will die.

(Morph) The Maiden steps behind the Crone, back to back.
        They rotate until the Maiden is facing forward.
        Crone steps off stage.

Narrator: Yes, the Morrigan is a Goddess who shape shifts. Sometime
she turns herself into a raven. Sometimes she turns herself into a
wolf. Sometimes she turns herself into a beautiful maiden. 

Maid proudly points to herself.

Narrator: Sometimes she seeks out young men. Be warned!

Narrator to audience: Don't do it!

Shills in the audience repeat: Don't do it!

The warrior hesitates, thinks and steps back. The maid rises and
approaches him, she circles and flirts with him. She throws herself
at him. He resists.

He rejects her, and she stomps off.

Narrator: Good call -- but not good enough.

Narrator to audience: But not good enough!

Shills in the audience: But not good enough!

Narrator: The Morrigan does not take rejection well. And at the
well, she washes the clothes of the man who will soon die in battle.

The Maid returns and resumes her washing enthusiastically.

The warrior cautiously approaches the maid again, and she holds up
a shirt that he gestures as his.

Narrator: Now the Morrigan does not go about vanquishing males. She
is a lady, and that would not be lady-like. 

The Crone returns. She smiles in a lady-like manner.

Narrator: The Lady does what a Lady does: she withdraws her support.
Males may strut about as the valiant warrior. He may do brave deeds
and take on fearsome foes.

The Warrior draws his sword, struts about and then prances about.

The Crone returns. She smiles in a lady-like manner. Both Chrone and maiden
stand behind warrior and then walk away.

Narrator: But a man does not do great things alone. Behind him,
there are women. Women tend to the simple things of life. The
gathering, the mending, the weaving of webs. Men do not always give
women proper credit for this. They may ignore this help. They can
deny this help. Until this support - is withdrawn.

Three other warriors appear, waving their weapons. Our warrior
raises his sword. The sword goes limp. The other warriors rush him
and carry him off the stage.

Narrator: It is at Samhain that the walls between the worlds come
down. The Morrigan and other Spirits roam free, often causing
mischief and havoc with their magick. At this time, ordinary folk
stay home and bolt their doors. Muggles don't know any better.

Narrator: The Morrigan strides the land, in her aspects as Maiden
and Crone.

Both Crone and Maiden circle the audience speaking.

Crone: Ladies, my work is to haunt the streams of Ireland and the
canals of Fort Lauderdale. I wash away the wrong doings of men. I am
the Prophetess of Misfortune in battle. 

Maid: There is more to the Morrigan that blood sacrifices. She is
also a Goddess of passionate love. Come join us. The Great Cauldron
awaits. Learn of the fate of humanity. Come grow the strength to
confront personal challenges against all odds. 

Crone: Come outside with us. Process past the graves of the Dead.
Come Circle around the Great Cauldron of Fire. When mortals venture
into the Otherworld alone, they tend to encounter demons, monsters
and other perils. Come with a Faerie Woman. Come with a Goddess.

Cast:                              Props:
Narrator - Spel                    Raven
Crone - Lisa                       Well
Maid - Linda                       Shirt to wash
Warrior - Bob                      Collapsing Sword
3 Warriors - Rick, Jeff, Sophia    3 Swords
3 Shills - Rick, Jeff, Sophia      Polls in black cape to spread 
                                        it like wings
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