Posted in [poetry], [witchcraft & wonder]

tick tock [poem]

they waited so patiently for me
the tick tock of time held little meaning
as they watched for the sign
proof that I was finally ready to heed their call again
the gods choose their vessels of sacred love
with an eye on permanence
my soul has always been marked for this
guiding and teaching
and growing new seeds of witchcraft
in my wake


bookdragon, poet, witch

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