~ The Witch Shall Fly ~
Witchcraft trickles from her lips
As moonbeams lavish gold;
Her nights are laced with sorcery
And alchemy of old.
As moonbeams lavish gold;
Her nights are laced with sorcery
And alchemy of old.
As hollows full of sleeping souls
Dream of envisioned realms,
She whispers to the universe
Her wishes and her spells.
Dream of envisioned realms,
She whispers to the universe
Her wishes and her spells.
A cat upon the table purrs
As fragrant tributes burn;
With grace and wisdom, she applies
The methods she has learned.
As fragrant tributes burn;
With grace and wisdom, she applies
The methods she has learned.
Her sheer devotion to the craft
Is etched upon her skin;
A child of sun and moon and stars—her magic blooms within.
Is etched upon her skin;
A child of sun and moon and stars—her magic blooms within.
The dancing flames of candlelight
Conjure a soothing glow;
Her home is worn and simplified
But cherished even so.
Conjure a soothing glow;
Her home is worn and simplified
But cherished even so.
No matter what of history,
Her soul is pure and bright.
With witchcraft at her fingertips,
The witch shall fly tonight.
Her soul is pure and bright.
With witchcraft at her fingertips,
The witch shall fly tonight.
© Flora Turrill, Old Meg’s Cottage, A Country Diary.
Art Victoria Frances
Art Victoria Frances
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