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PAR
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:53pm
9th Dec 2024 1:53pm
Unwitched
Ablaze bewitching conjurers dance.
Enchantment flames gather, hex ignite.
Enchantment flames gather, hex ignite.
#curse
#fire
#magic
#pagan
#witches
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8 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 3:40am
17th Oct 2024 3:40am
Midnight In The Park
The witching hour
Like a blossoming lily white flower
Arrives at twelve o'clock midday
For those that go the white witch way
The others long for a midnight dark
Where they linger in the park
Dancing, and prancing, and drinking mead
Casting spells, and occasional smells,
Of a very distinctive breed
I don't see myself as particularly dark
But i quite fancy midnight in the park
by Jemia
Like a blossoming lily white flower
Arrives at twelve o'clock midday
For those that go the white witch way
The others long for a midnight dark
Where they linger in the park
Dancing, and prancing, and drinking mead
Casting spells, and occasional smells,
Of a very distinctive breed
I don't see myself as particularly dark
But i quite fancy midnight in the park
by Jemia
#funny
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
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missjem56
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 3:40am
17th Oct 2024 3:40am
Midnight In The Park
The witching hour
Like a blossoming lily white flower
Arrives at twelve o'clock midday
For those that go the white witch way
The others long for a midnight dark
Where they linger in the park
Dancing, and prancing, and drinking mead
Casting spells, and occasional smells,
Of a very distinctive breed
I don't see myself as particularly dark
But i quite fancy midnight in the park
by Jemia
Like a blossoming lily white flower
Arrives at twelve o'clock midday
For those that go the white witch way
The others long for a midnight dark
Where they linger in the park
Dancing, and prancing, and drinking mead
Casting spells, and occasional smells,
Of a very distinctive breed
I don't see myself as particularly dark
But i quite fancy midnight in the park
by Jemia
#funny
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
100 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 3:40am
17th Oct 2024 3:40am
Midnight In The Park
The witching hour
Like a blossoming lily white flower
Arrives at twelve o'clock midday
For those that go the white witch way
The others long for a midnight dark
Where they linger in the park
Dancing, and prancing, and drinking mead
Casting spells, and occasional smells,
Of a very distinctive breed
I don't see myself as particularly dark
But i quite fancy midnight in the park
by Jemia
Like a blossoming lily white flower
Arrives at twelve o'clock midday
For those that go the white witch way
The others long for a midnight dark
Where they linger in the park
Dancing, and prancing, and drinking mead
Casting spells, and occasional smells,
Of a very distinctive breed
I don't see myself as particularly dark
But i quite fancy midnight in the park
by Jemia
#funny
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
100 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 3:40am
17th Oct 2024 3:40am
Midnight In The Park
The witching hour
Like a blossoming lily white flower
Arrives at twelve o'clock midday
For those that go the white witch way
The others long for a midnight dark
Where they linger in the park
Dancing, and prancing, and drinking mead
Casting spells, and occasional smells,
Of a very distinctive breed
I don't see myself as particularly dark
But i quite fancy midnight in the park
by Jemia
Like a blossoming lily white flower
Arrives at twelve o'clock midday
For those that go the white witch way
The others long for a midnight dark
Where they linger in the park
Dancing, and prancing, and drinking mead
Casting spells, and occasional smells,
Of a very distinctive breed
I don't see myself as particularly dark
But i quite fancy midnight in the park
by Jemia
#funny
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
100 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
Latter-Day Witch
for Ann
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
#historical
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
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1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
Latter-Day Witch
for Ann
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
#historical
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
45 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
Latter-Day Witch
for Ann
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
#historical
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
45 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
5th Feb 2025 3:09pm
Latter-Day Witch
for Ann
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
As tall and white as gypsum lace hung high,
With eyes that kings would seek to tell
The outcomes of their wars when God
Became gnomic, a Galilean witch.
A country wife to manors born,
Yet also hermit, wise woman.
She lies in graves and pulls from ancient sod
The origins of death, and scouts the skies
For strange objects that linger in the arch.
She knows more lore than folks can tell,
She knows the meaning of each knell,
For whom it calls to heaven and to hell.
And lastly I can say she lives in Essex...
#historical
#magic
#pagan #witches
#pagan #witches
45 reads
1 Comment
AverageJoe
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 8:47pm
19th Feb 2023 8:47pm
Have We Remembered
Have we remembered the Cross quarter festivals
As Imbolc past
The threshold of spring
Bright and sunny was ill omened
Cloudy and dark bode well
And presaged soon planting
Did we step out of the world and into the present
To honor the conjunction of place and time
The blackthorns of Cailleach are blooming
The lambing time's come
And the milking of ewes
Make preparations for sowing
Before the calving begins
Have twigs of rowen been placed
In barns and above doorways ...
As Imbolc past
The threshold of spring
Bright and sunny was ill omened
Cloudy and dark bode well
And presaged soon planting
Did we step out of the world and into the present
To honor the conjunction of place and time
The blackthorns of Cailleach are blooming
The lambing time's come
And the milking of ewes
Make preparations for sowing
Before the calving begins
Have twigs of rowen been placed
In barns and above doorways ...
#LifeCycle
#pagan
#tradition
355 reads
13 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 8:47pm
19th Feb 2023 8:47pm
Have We Remembered
Have we remembered the Cross quarter festivals
As Imbolc past
The threshold of spring
Bright and sunny was ill omened
Cloudy and dark bode well
And presaged soon planting
Did we step out of the world and into the present
To honor the conjunction of place and time
The blackthorns of Cailleach are blooming
The lambing time's come
And the milking of ewes
Make preparations for sowing
Before the calving begins
Have twigs of rowen been placed
In barns and above doorways ...
As Imbolc past
The threshold of spring
Bright and sunny was ill omened
Cloudy and dark bode well
And presaged soon planting
Did we step out of the world and into the present
To honor the conjunction of place and time
The blackthorns of Cailleach are blooming
The lambing time's come
And the milking of ewes
Make preparations for sowing
Before the calving begins
Have twigs of rowen been placed
In barns and above doorways ...
#LifeCycle
#pagan
#tradition
355 reads
13 Comments
AverageJoe
Poem Published
19th Feb 2023 8:47pm
19th Feb 2023 8:47pm
Have We Remembered
Have we remembered the Cross quarter festivals
As Imbolc past
The threshold of spring
Bright and sunny was ill omened
Cloudy and dark bode well
And presaged soon planting
Did we step out of the world and into the present
To honor the conjunction of place and time
The blackthorns of Cailleach are blooming
The lambing time's come
And the milking of ewes
Make preparations for sowing
Before the calving begins
Have twigs of rowen been placed
In barns and above doorways ...
As Imbolc past
The threshold of spring
Bright and sunny was ill omened
Cloudy and dark bode well
And presaged soon planting
Did we step out of the world and into the present
To honor the conjunction of place and time
The blackthorns of Cailleach are blooming
The lambing time's come
And the milking of ewes
Make preparations for sowing
Before the calving begins
Have twigs of rowen been placed
In barns and above doorways ...
#LifeCycle
#pagan
#tradition
355 reads
13 Comments
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