Pagan Poetry - Witch in these Bones
There’s a Witch in these bones In the Crags and the Creek Bringing magick to bear In Old tongue Crow speak
There’s power in the knowing Wise words in the well Each time you’ll be dying And discarding the shell
The darkness clouds over A guise in the smoke The Morrigan thundered With each word She spoke
There’s a Witch in these bones The marrow stands still You’ve known her forever yet You never will.
J.Morris 2015 All my own intellectual property, all rights reserved
(Original art by Marisya Myanovska)