Post by Willow Dancer on Aug 30, 2007 2:36:47 GMT -5
What Witches Do
My hearth is humble, clean and hot,
atop the flame, there rests a pot.
To boil a stew or brew a brew,
I do the things that witches do.
A red hot glow beneath the log,
adders tongue, and hair of dog.
stir the ashes, burn a root,
toil and trouble, eye of newt.
In the corner stands a broom,
not for sweeping, no ne're a room.
If you watch as night draws neigh,
shadows fly across the sky.
Young and old, most rare and queer,
the lure of magick draws you near.
Bats and blackbirds, ravens, crow,
call the spirits, high and low.
Candles flicker, haunting smells,
in the distance ringing bells..
Enchanted frogs, and pointed hats,
shiny charms and green eyed cats.
Ancients did this long ago,
and passed it on for you to know.
From mouth to mouth and ear to ear,
so much to learn, so few to hear..
Sacred rites were hidden well,
softly conjure, cast the spell.
Lady moon, Lord of the sun,
all quite different, joined as one.
Pay attention, where e're you go,
looking at us you'd never know.
In our cottage, safe from view,
doing the magick witches do!
Copyright © 2007 Willow Dancer
My hearth is humble, clean and hot,
atop the flame, there rests a pot.
To boil a stew or brew a brew,
I do the things that witches do.
A red hot glow beneath the log,
adders tongue, and hair of dog.
stir the ashes, burn a root,
toil and trouble, eye of newt.
In the corner stands a broom,
not for sweeping, no ne're a room.
If you watch as night draws neigh,
shadows fly across the sky.
Young and old, most rare and queer,
the lure of magick draws you near.
Bats and blackbirds, ravens, crow,
call the spirits, high and low.
Candles flicker, haunting smells,
in the distance ringing bells..
Enchanted frogs, and pointed hats,
shiny charms and green eyed cats.
Ancients did this long ago,
and passed it on for you to know.
From mouth to mouth and ear to ear,
so much to learn, so few to hear..
Sacred rites were hidden well,
softly conjure, cast the spell.
Lady moon, Lord of the sun,
all quite different, joined as one.
Pay attention, where e're you go,
looking at us you'd never know.
In our cottage, safe from view,
doing the magick witches do!
Copyright © 2007 Willow Dancer
