“Witch in these bones” – Original Pagan Poetry


There’s a Witch in these bones
In the Crags and the Creek
Bringing magick to bear
In Old tongue Crow speak

There’s power in the knowing
Wise words in the well
Each time you’ll be dying
And discarding the shell

The darkness clouds over
A guise in the smoke
The Morrigan thundered
With each word She spoke

There’s a Witch in these bones
The marrow stands still
You’ve known her forever yet
You never will.

J.Morris 2015 All my own intellectual property, all rights reserved

(Original art by Marisya Myanovska)

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