Do Not Get Jumpy or Spooked
I witness a woman who has gathered herbs,
essences from stone and tree and dragonfly;
she herself witnessing wisdom. She is oft-times
solitary in her preparations as she makes good
her essential oils; consults the crystals which call,
embracing nature and rock mysteries. Her cat
is of her household. Never has she owned
a black cat: her aura which signals each to each.
Do not get jumpy at primal energy, only a fool
would call that out for power:
full moon energy
the energy beneath
the energy above.
Do no harm to the earth.
Knowledge! What is to be feared? Nothing,
when by compassion the Good Witch is directed.
Perhaps by meditation, her enlightenment
says to you ‘ask questions’. Then ask the Good Witch.
Benita Kape © 14.4.2019
Prompt Day 13: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.