„You put this skin back into place.“
Under a full moon in spring,
with a song echoing through a night
ending with a purple sky
Hands found skin
found this skin that was holding
something that was ill shaped.
This skin was stretched too far
and almost ripped apart
Until there were these hands
to hold it
and to cover all it‘s holes
for it to finally reshape
and remember all the other things
it once held inside.
„You out this skin back into place“, a witch wants to whisper into ears hiding under wild hair for eyes to have an even wilder stare through those curls and into the darkness.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
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