#poetry witch

[thepoetrywitch]

Poetry witch manifesto

A spell can be a poem

and I, the poetess,

can wield its certain magick art

with eloquent finesse.

When forth from out my fingertips

these words flow like a tide,

my will flows to the Universe,

and so will it abide.

The muses, my familiars;

a pen becomes a wand;

the fresh page is a cauldron, and

my word becomes my bond.

For as above, then so below,

and as within, without;

the Universe, and so the soul—

it leaves no room for doubt.

And it is so.

[anya-moon]

Shady wood * queer love poem * hermit edition

Recently I started listening to folk\country music in almost threatening quantity. Absolutely inspired with *Shady Grove*, I created my version of lyrics, adding some Siberian flavour and craziness to that, for sure.

Shady Wood, my true love, Shady Wood, my darling,

no one has those hands of care, deepest eyes and open heart. I'll come to her to marry, late in autumn, frosty path. evening star will witness our vows, my true love. Shady Wood, my only mistress, I'll come to shady grove, roses blue and singing simple, fingers crossed and heavy boots. I'll come and tell her all my hopes and all my dreams, my desires which are hidden deep beneath old willow tree. sun in branches, autumn sweetness, herbs in meadows, dry and calm, fire smoke and mountain coldness, stitched with fears cherry bloom, heavy arms and silent evening, and one day with crows' delight go and rest in reddish cradle deep in her entangled arms. Shady Wood, my darling baby, I'll stay with her all night, she'll take my gods and freedoms, all what cherish human eyes. I'll go through broken branches, stones are cold and night is right, my sweet love's heart in cold waters, tiny flowers, crows' cry. Shady Wood, my honey baby, all your kisses - northern stars. Someone came to dance and fiddle, someone came to walk through night, I'm here, came to marry Shady Wood, my darling wife.

[detailedart]

"Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh, 1856" - x

[thehobbitchronicles]

[patroclusplaylist]

warm autumn slumber //pinterest

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[fatalebridget]

[inky-sun]

[shisasan]

Kathleen Kalloch Millay Young, Witch [1896-1943]

[flowerytale]

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Aurora Leigh

[celestial-equator]

if nothing else, leave us the moon

[bebx]

prose by me, inspired by The Witch. 𓃵

[anya-moon]

Oh queen, oh queen * poem of coming back home

I tried to put together some experiences of past days. How it feels to live in the wilderness of Siberia.

For all the hermits, mountain dwellers and travelers walking through some dark landscapes.

Oh queen, oh queen. She came to me adorned in rosaries and hope,

through years through grief and loss through corridors of sorrows through many roses fall and Moons, she came and said, you're my heir now, herbs, trees and stars one day will say to you their oaths, you will be queen and wear ornaments of loss and flowers. I took that all and no regret, I took that in my body, my legs, my womb, my breasts, my ears, then went and strived for hope that I'd gain the kingdom free of sorrows. I came to mountains and hills, to lakes and autumn rivers and said, I'm your queen true mistress of your powers, but they just laughed and smiled to me and someone said, oh crazy little girl. They gave me hut, they gave me time, they gave me in return some chimney smoke and candle stock and knife and mother's womb. I chopped the wood, I swept my home, burned candles, carried water, but something else and something more, empire full of sorrows. Fire, forest, woman's cry who died in child birth, long road to the shore and men who went to war but never in return through passing needle ear came back to their homes. And hidden words and hidden paths, a girl in pinkish clothes in search of sword was passing through the woods. I saw that all under the Moon, night bird flight, secrets kept, but hope was here, hope was light of candle that I lit. And that empire was all mine through year and dark stars call. I came and said I'm true queen ancestor's wooden crown.

[mournfulroses]

Kim Addonizio, from a poem titled "Where Childhood Went," featured in Lucifer at the Starlite: Poems

[thehobbitchronicles]

— Morgan Harper Nichols

[devotee-of-aphrodite-venus]