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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