Friday, January 1, 2016

Tuesday Poem: A New Year, New Rhythms, New Witch Poem

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Mirror Spell

You are a shape-shifter
and a storyteller.

You have spent many nights as crow
or snail or leaf waving in the wind,
for you are changeable and unafraid.

You have been hurt many times, oh, yes,
wrecked and ravaged, and then set free.

Your relatives think you crowd a room,
though you feel yourself tiny and bee-like.

Your heart’s ease sprouts from
the pine needled floor of the forest.

You can conjure love for every being,
whether flesh bound, leaf adorned,
petaled, antennaed or furred.

You carry every kiss, every compliment,
every lightening you ever walked away with,
in a little suitcase behind your eyelids.

Right now, you are long overdue
for a voyage on waves of bliss.

Just write your desires across the sky
in the swiftly moving alphabet of birds.

2 comments:

Helen McKinlay said...

This is so tender and moving. A truly deep and meaningful poem.

Eudocia Pands said...


"Your relatives think you crowd a room,
though you feel yourself tiny and bee-like"

This line spoke to me the most. Incredible how words can be arranged in so many different ways and make language so beautiful.

x