historicaldfiction – Mistress witch writes

Darkness in poetry (in pictures)

I carry witching words with me to remind me of my dream of empathy. These spells are written for shared darkness and the dream of empathy in leaking souls. My dream of empathy.

With needles and giggles

When the fire had burned down, she wished she could have loved as someone else. As the faithful housewife. As the promising young woman. When the last flames where crackling, she wished she had not loved as the witch. Equipped with needles. Once the storm was over, she wished she could have kissed as someoneContinue reading “With needles and giggles”

Tale about losing a heart

“Oh, what am I doing to my heart.” … A witch once asked herself,after climbing the city wall,While embracing the distanceOf foreign tree tops and hills,The lights of houses in her back,Welcoming the shadow waiting for her,Losing hold and jumping down,Into untamed grass,Reaching for his shadow hand,Being pulled awayFrom rooftops and street lights,Looking into eyesWhichContinue reading “Tale about losing a heart”