Cadenza For a Witch
raven whose feathers are hummingbirds.
whose stride
reconciles butterfly and vulture.
honeysuckle to bloodroot, her heart
moon-kilned and agile of inner fire
until dawn and evening kiss.
her crown around the world
births new days as she dances wildward,
leaps to gather anise from stars,
pluck mangos from noon as she
threading brambles to sew petals.
she soothes beaches as sandy
fortunes skitter away, whisked into
sparkles of receding foam.
cannot be salved by her spells,
shufflling along, as they do, in their old fears
to muss the weave of her mandalic tresses.
and yet she dances
and dances
even when she laments
that her brethren have no conjure anymore,
no cauldron to summon ancestors,
no asphodels to tease
from their play of their claws.
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5/3/26 ... major mods
2/17 -18 ... changed some words for clarity
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