What I felt when I found this Blog

What I felt when I found this Blog

Stumbling through rich thickets, 
a woven moss carpet gives way 
to light  
Here is our clearing 
Our stone circle
fringed, not with ancient grey slabs, 
but with words 
Home of unicorns
Where voices rise cacophonous 
Soundless tales of women 
unbent 
Our lives a force 
Which cannot be spent 
A chorus 
of throw your hands to the sky 
and 
Dance 

Madeline Tinson

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Sister Witch

Sister Witch

Our first grey hairs 
will be a riot, 
a festival 
a bonfire 

When you first taught me 
laughter, 
it was a step 
into your May garden 
everything set a light 
in bloom 

Your hands were made to build
love, 
tiny things 
come alive 
like butterflies 

You are the magic I forgot I’d lost, 
the ancient woods 
the singing stream 
the moon
are your eyes, 
the widest I’ve seen 

Who needs a sister 
when they can have 
A Witch

Madeline Tinson

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