#freeverse #poetry
Born when snow fell at Easter in April,
a noisy entry into the silent white world.
In the sky high above a lone hawk,
Rode the thermals, keen-eyed and sharp.
Childhood spent with muddy knees and
dirty hands, with soil under her fingernails.
Gleefully dangling worms she had dug up,
Laughing with a carefree, joyful sound.
Developing an affinity with the growing
Process, seed to shoot, to flower and
back to seed, blown to the four winds
that swept the island where she lived.
She grew up on the outside, on the edges,
of a world where it was important to conform.
She was unique, she confided in the trees,
She whispered to the quiet heart of the storm.
She liked to whirl and dance in the rain,
Not caring if she got completely soaking wet.
Her bare feet were solidly grounded in the
rich, brown soil of her own Mother Earth.
Her life was filled with joy and laughter,
but then came loss, grief, and betrayal.
Not from strangers, but from those she
loved the most, her bloodline family.
They cast her out into an uncaring world,
but she chose to walk the path least taken.
She dedicated herself to acquiring knowledge.
Opening her mind to new and exciting ideas.
She learned to trust her intuition, her gut
Feeling, she learned to see true character.
She took in stray cats, finding in them,
Love and the joy of their companionship.
Delving into self-healing, she cast circles
of salt to protect her rites and rituals.
She cast spells, binding her intention,
And found that they actually worked.
She walked her circle deosil for positivity
And widdershins to banish the negative.
She composed her own spells, discovering
The immense power of the spoken word.
Affirmations and a gratitude journal
Followed; she learned to be grateful
For the blessings she had and not to
Hanker after the unattainable.
She learned about herbs and healing,
And crystals; the energy in everything.
She taught herself self-love and how she
could protect herself from hurt and pain.
Tning into the energetic power of the
Universal consciousness to which we
We all belong; she found her true tribe and
Surrounded herself with positive people.
TRIOLET NO. 1
She practised rituals and cast her spells,
For protection and healing, too.
She kept her own counsel and inside dwells.
She practised rituals and cast her spells.
Connecting to her ancestors where wisdom dwells.
Bringing her contentment anew.
She practised rituals and cast her spells
For protection and healing, too.
Sometimes, the universe speaks to her,
One day, she couldn’t remove her witch’s
Knot neckace, the catch wouldn’t open.
Normally, she wore it for extra protection.
And lo and behold when someone came
Back into her life, just by chance, she found
She badly needed that extra protection.
She smiled and thanked the universe.
Somewhere, a lone hawk flies high above,
Her feline friends are her constant companions.
Her dark mirror and tarot cards keep her sharp.
She scryes for solutions to her problems.
Her unique path has made her who she is.
Witch and warrior woman, now into her
Crone years, she moves softly with the turn
Of the wheel of the year from Sabbat to Sabbat.
From the new spring beginnings of Ostara,
Onto the fiery passion of broom jumping Beltane,
Then Litha, which celebrates the Summer Solstice
And onto Lammas to thank for the early harvests.
This is followed by Mabon in September that rejoices
The gathering in of the late harvests, the wheel turns
To spooky Samhain, when the veil between the worlds
Is at it’s thinnest; followed by Yule and the birth of the sun child.
The wheel moves on to Imbolc and the light returning,
The first stirrings under the snow, a time of new birth
And rebirth. The wheel keeps turning to the solstices
And equinoxes and all the space betwixt and between.
A witch also works to the phases of the moon, the
Waxing and waning and the full moon esbats.
From dark moon, a time of contemplation and rest.
Through the waxing crescent and quarter a time
To plant and grow the seeds of plants and ideas
Waxing gibbous, the moon urges us to bring our
Plans to fruition at the full moon, which all have
Names, then waning gibbous when we re-assess.
The waning quarter and crescent take us on our
Inward journeys when we learn, compromise, and
Invest in the connection to our inner wisdom,
Then, the rest that is brought by the return of the dark moon.
TRIOLET NO.2
Witchcraft is all about the human in nature,
Respect for nature that should exist in humankind.
By blood and bone, by skin and fur,
Witchcraft is all about the human in nature
By word and intention, spell, chant, and prayer,
The witch possesses the power to bind.
Witchcraft is all about the human in nature
Respect for nature that should exist in humankind.
Now, she walks the path of spirituality
And never longs for similar converts.
She is comfortable in her own skin
Happy and content with her peaceful life.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2025
VIXEN of VERSE 
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