My perfect winter Solstice 🥰
Beneath the winter's silver shroud,
A solstice tale is sung aloud.
The sun retreats, its warmth withdrawn,
As frosty breath adorns the dawn.
The world in slumber, ice-kissed and still,
A whispered breeze on windowsill.
Branches, like fingers, reach for the sky,
Nature's artwork in frozen sigh.
Crystal blankets weave a quilted scene,
A tapestry of white, serene.
Footprints echo on the glistening ground,
In winter's theater, silence is found.
Yet, in this quiet, a promise lies,
The solstice marks a slow sunrise.
Days may be short, but hope takes flight,
Winter's grip yields to spring's delight.
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Aurora Leigh
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Sylvia Plath, from “Poem for a Birthday: Witch Burning.” [ID in alt text]
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Witchcraft and poetry are inseparable for me. What is a poem but a spell, every word woven with care and intention? A poem has the potential to craft new worlds, to open a portal into unseen realities, to rewild our hearts and souls. Poetry is spellcraft.
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'Witch' by Kathleen Millay
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The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One, "On Your Way" // "The problem with other people," Savannah Brown
I'm going to be crying over these time-haunted siblings for all eternity, I think.
[Image ID: a series of 5 pictures of quotes.
Kalaya (Brennan): I spent a lifetime of mortals looking for you. Did I—did I get it wrong?
"Eursulon (Lou): No... I—I—whatever space exists between where we're from, and where we are, I believe I may have spent more time there than you did. I came after you.
Kalaya (Brennan): I thought—it was so much worse if it was the other way. I thought there was a world where you died at Starling Ford. I thought there was a world where I was too late, it's all okay if I was too early.
Kalaya (Brennan) I learned so much magic just to try and find you. and you weren't hidden away. You were just a little late. You were on your way this whole time. I'm so happy you found me.
"The problem with other people is that one must leave before the other + one always gets there first." end ID]
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My gorgeous Lilith ✨ Thank You ✨
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In shadows deep, where whispers wreathe,
Goddess Lilith, in night's reprieve.
With serpentine grace, a darkened dance,
She reigns in mystery, a mystic trance.
A silhouette against the moonlit sky,
Her presence, potent, mystifies.
Untamed spirit, a rebel's pride,
Lilith, in darkness, does confide.
In moonlit gardens, where secrets grow,
Her wisdom blooms, a shadow's glow.
A goddess fierce, with wings unfurled,
Lilith, revered in the underworld.
Embracing darkness, she finds her might,
In realms unseen, she takes her flight.
A symbol of freedom, untamed desire,
Lilith's essence, an eternal fire.
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Anne Sexton, from "Her Kind", The Complete Poems
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Sylvia Plath, from “Poem for a Birthday: Witch Burning.”
[Text ID: “We grow. It hurts at first.”
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favourite poems of august
marge piercy circles on the water: selected poems of marge piercy: "for the young who want to"
marilyn chin fruit études
lisa olstein radio crackling, radio gone: "the hypnotist's daughter"
elizabeth willis address: "the witch"
jana prikryl the after party: "to tell of bodies changed"
diane seuss backyard song
alison c. rollings original [sin]
gerard malanga cornelius...cornelius gurlitt
todd boss rocket
beyza ozer to summarise a galaxy
john foy night vision: "woods"
clodagh beresford dunne ford galaxy
dorianne laux smoke: "heart"
anthony madrid like a cloud above the ravine
pascale petit swamp deer
frank o'hara maurice ravel
adonis selected poems: "desert" (tr. khaled mattawa)
sonja johanson three deer in oquossoc
melissa stein terrible blooms: "lemon and cedar"
w. s. di piero having my cards read
thomas hoagland bible study
peter campion big avalanche ravine
alberto ríos the smallest muscle in the human body: "rabbits and fire"
lena khalaf tuffaha water & salt: "mountain, stone"
josephine miles desert
jeanne murray walker invocation to convince a baby already more than twelve days overdue to come out of the womb
andrew hudgins the imagined copperhead
robert carr stargazing while sedated
mary ruefle among the musk ox people: poems: "blood soup"
jack collom red car goes by: selected poems 1955-2000: "bald eagle count"
mahmoud darwish to a young poet (tr. fady joudah)
kofi
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though these words will never find you, I hope that you knew I was thinking of you today….. and that I was wishing you every happiness.
love always, the girl you loved once.
— Ranata Suzuki
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