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Witch to Wicca (Free verse) by Lenore

You snap your hair back like a child's, Don your costume of whatever's clean, And get to work Ceremonies are redundant When every minute is a hurried whisper To the Goddess who exists only Because someone has to be the object of your prayers Candles and chalk circles turning in about points That lead to a surging center You diffuse your power evenly as your life Spreads at its edges like somebody's Spilled gasoline Fire: never-ending sun Air: circling the dust before the storm Water: sweat-tinged rain pouring down Earth: you fall and caress it As it turns to mud despite your tearless eyes And, like a child knocking on the door Of the house that doesn't like children, You turn confused and wide-eyed To no one For your God is not; And magic only works when you learn that.

poetandknowit 27-Sep-02/6:56 PM
Now Frass, why would you say something like that? I was giving this poem a compliment. Why is it you have to comment on my comments instead of coming up with your own thoughts? And what ever happened to the machismo of the mountain bike that was going to resituate me at the top of a Virginia anthill? Although I must say the 24hours of Snowshoe is quite the challenge. And I challenged you to write of love poem and you never replied. Are you a pansy?




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