Beltane
Original Poetry

Beltane

Storm clouds hungGrey and towering and so so welcomeI half hoped for a delugeRight in the middle of the ritualThe time for ritual came and on we gotThe World Wide Web of internet zooming witches…

Ebb
Original Poetry

Ebb

Post-Magic: I am emptied like a discarded shellno longer do I hold and mystery of growingin my safe embrace,that which I held has up and gonefledged This is how it isonce the flow of magic…