POEM FOR THE WITCH

another poem, this one is not by me

She sees faeries
And talks to her herb garden.
And everyone laughs.

She feels colors,
And says there is magic in the moon.
And everyone laughs.

She never hurts anyone
And loves her oak tree like a child.
And everyone laughs.

She always helps a stranger
And the neighborhood strays adore her
And everyone laughs.

She sits and cries
And mumbles to the shadows,
And no one cares.

Once her hair was long and bright,
Now it is a matted mess
And no one cares.

She used to dance among the trees,
Now she can’t find them
And no one cares.

Dreams of magic fill her days;
Magic she can almost touch.
And no one cares.

The day she died her herbs did, too.
And her oak tree bowed its limbs.
A single candle burned in her window
With naught there but the cats.
And no one understands…

Poem by: Morgan Stardancer

Art: magickal graphic

JUST THOUGHT I SHOULD POST THIS, IT WAS ON A WICCAN FACEBOOK I VISIT AND BEING SHARED AROUND ( I do not know what the actual title is) IT REALLY STRUCK A CHORD WITH MY SOUL SISTER AND I, WE BOTH FELT REALLY CHOKED UP   : (

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4 Responses to “POEM FOR THE WITCH”

  1. Hi Eevee: I am so glad I was able to copy & paste for you!
    As a Spirit Walker this poem just floored me!!!
    Our sirituality is closer linked than I realized 😉
    Love ya, Sherri-Ellen.

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