Mystical poem written for WorldWide WitchCamp.
1. Flickering shadows dance, As the fire devours, Wood found freely, A gift of the Forest floor Behind us, The gentle, tickling, Trickling sound, Of flowing water We drum and sing, Then the woods grow silent, As the storyteller speaks, Her voice strong and tender She tells a winding tale, Of the dappled history, Connecting our scattered tribes, And makes us family 2. Around us the trees, Share our breath, In and out and in, As we sway together Pulling water up, And in, and through, Branches reaching out, To hold our hands Fog steaming in, Covering and dressing, The moss and roots, Woven beneath us Faerie lights flickering, In the dark around us, As the Kindly Folk, Join in the dance 3. The rhythm quickens, With pounding feet, And gazes locked, Upon the rising flames Our shared breath, Grown shallow, As the chants ring out, Twisting around and in Our bodies made light, Sharing in infinite mystery, Spirits sinking and rising, Throughout the worlds Until at last we stand together, Ecstatic and expanded, Made into new creatures, Spun into life with magick
Art: E. Tanner, “Untitled”, (1889)