Witchy Woman
 

My new poetry thread.


It all began with water.
First, flowing down the river peacefully
Cool flow against my back.
Then struggling amongst the tide
Of the stormy sea.

Then I was burnt by fire,
Then the fire consumed me.
Then I learned to control it,
It smoldered in my belly.

I then conquered a patch of earth,
As I felt the dirt against bare feet.
I felt connection to the land.
Finally, I know myself
And where I stand.

Next, I believe,
I will know what it is
To fly amongst the clouds, through the air
For to understand freedom
I am sure you must understand
The previous three.

Freedom.

You truly want to be free.

Don't get married to any "one" idea.

Welcome, here, having a slice a life, dear.

Love the witchy vibes :D

I like it!
Water, Fire, Earth, and Air
What surround us
And make us
Not always kind to us

"A Poem for Samhain"

Multicolored leaves
Littering the ground
A loss of color, light
In the snowy winter, even sound

Under the ice
The leaves softly decay
With its melting come
A light green spring

But for now the trees
Feel they've grown old
Their trunks creak in the wind
Under the weight of the year

The groundhogs are sleeping
Dreaming, perchance
Of the birds that fly south
How it feels to ride gusts of air

The fox has retreated
Into its den
To nurture the young
Whose strength soon begins

I will be cold soon
And stable, and sharp
Like ice

Till spring comes, and I flow freely
Down, down, down the little river
Into new life.

You are a very talented writer :smile:

Thanks, Ariaeche, I like to look at your stuff too.

Ebony Heart
 

My heart is made of Ebony
And my teeth are long
My bones are made of minerals
That seem harder than stone

The strong black wood
Of my heart
Is still young, it can grow
So I hope the core is green
So it bends as the winds blow

Bleeding heart, ever beating
This is how it transforms
I feel the bark peeling away
I am more for being less
Than I was before

My wings will carry me in flight
My heart will not fail
One day, may its color change
As it was once weak
Now it is hale

Truly, it is not
As black as coal
At least not all the way through
Beauty is in the eye
And never in what we behold

Oh ebony heart, you will not fail
You cannot, you shouldn't
For if you are not my friend
Then on whom can I depend?

Welcome Back old Friend
 

I once had a Queen

But she left me for another....

So now I have become the Prince

Of Peace

Little fox come hear
You are very dear

And you do have
Big ears

Will you hear me?