i woke up today in a dream with
a wand between my lips like a rose stem,
like a flute ready to be played
and in my eyes, each, a two way mirror where I can see myself
and in my mouth i could taste rosepetals struggling
to bloom out out out of my lips

i coughed and with my hands
caught the stem and pulled flower after flower
out of my throat like a magician’s kerchief trick

i stared at the thorns in the stem, ran my tongue
across my soft lips, swallow, feel no puncture,
feel no blood, blink and see myself sitting there,
whole, silent, true.

a truewitch’s spells are neither
hopeful nor fearful

a truewitch’s spells are
only truth and often need
no words to take their shape
make their story
in the world

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s