They sneak out at twilight
Eager
to reach the meadow unseen
Clasping
hands and running
Giggling
as backpacks bounce on their backs
Brimming
with newfound love and joy
Cherishing
the wisdom of the pagan past
Two
young girls breathe in the flowery scent
Ready
to weave magic on a full moon night
The
sky turns dark, dotted with twinkling stars
The
meadow gathers shadows familiar yet strange
The
moon glides upward, a patchy ball of yellow, cream, and white
The
girls stand in a faerie circle, waiting for the silent signal
The night bird calls, awake for a day-long sleep
Hands
clasped, spine bent backward
Bare
feet grounded, toes digging into the soft earth
The
girls call their ancestors, faeries, and witches
Magic
dust gathers, madly swirling around
Fireflies
sparkle and dim, dashing about at random
The
blessings descend, one after another, in abundance –
May
you always have the power to follow your heart’s desires
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Brief Backstory: Nothing really. It's just a poem denoting my love for nature and pagan traditions.
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This post is a part of the Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023.
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