Revision: A Hedgewitch’s Poem

A Hedgewitch’s Poem

Tangled weeds
and hawthorn grow
Through the gap in old hedgerow
leading to a dark green grove

With courage in the face of death
step bravely through thinning Veil
Sure of foot and strong of breath
Find wisdom there beyond the pale

Give and take with careful hand
Be honest but of watchful eye
When meeting spirits of the land
do not think they cannot lie

The delicate dance of Nature
a balance of wrong and right
The many worlds are made here
in the Dark and of the Light

Take lightly not the witches charm
Steady hand and eye of steel
For to heal is to harm
and to harm is to heal

Ancient flame on modern hearth
Seeking near forgotten lore
Gleaning secrets from the earth
Witches ladder above the door

Walk along the shadowed paths
that few before are said to tread
Journey to find elusive truths
Honour now the ancestral dead

Tumbled stone
and blackthorn grow
Through the gap in green hedgerow
leading to a hearth of old

~ Juniper

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About Juniper

Most folks call me Juniper, my friends call me Juni. I am thirty years old but eternally youthful.

I have been a farmer and a city girl, a homesteader and a wanderer. I have worked in animal rescue and occult shops, art galleries, liquor stores and bead shops.

I have been practising Paganism and Witchcraft for 15 years. I am not an Elder, nor guru. I am just a messy little Hedgewitch who speaks her mind.

I hunt in thrift store jungles and gather in the wildwoods. I practice in groves and ditches, hedgerows and sea shores, basements and vacant lots.

This is my journal. It will have funny bits, rants, ramblings, ideas, poetry and more ... Take it as you please. I suggest reading with your tongue firmly in cheek.

Email: juniper@walkingthehedge.net
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