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Death Came by Last Night
Death came by last night
The pup wasn’t thriving, he was barley eating
Puggy Sue kept pushing him away from her other babes
She looked at me with sad, calm eyes
We did the best we could, we tried everything
But the wee pup wasn’t thriving, he wasn’t growing
Finally, I went to bed
I woke in the dead of the night and went to Puggy Sue
The pup wasn’t thriving; he was barley alive
Puggy Sue had pushed him a way and buried him in a blanket
I wrapped him more gently and tucked him in the corner of the pen
Puggy Sue looked at me with sad, calm eyes
I went back to bed
I did not light a candle
I left the whiskey in the bottle on the counter
I did not fill the bowl
I did not leave an offering for Death
For gratitude for mercy, to appease, to beg to leave
I went to bed
I did not bribe the ferryman
I was so very tired; it was so very late at night
I woke with the sun and buried the babe
Then went to the kitchen for a cup of tea
My mother had… Continue reading →
The Last Litter
The Last Litter
This is the last litter you will ever have
The last labour you will have to face
The last dead pup you will try to save
If I could, I’d take your pain
One more time dear
Take a breath that’s deep
One last litter of puppies
For your god and master – man
Never again will you be cold
Or left at night all alone
Never will you be dirty and matted
Or allowed to be emaciated
One more litter
One last time
Brave little Momma
With deep brown eyes
When your babies are old enough
They will go to loving homes
They will sleep in children’s beds
And never know the pain you had
When this last litter has grown and gone
We will find you a loving home
A sweet old man who needs a friend
Or a sad widow who will return your love
No more hunger
No more fear
This to you
I do so swear
Dentists Can Be Witches
Dentists Can Be Witches
Oh Paganism
Oh Witchcraft
I love thee so
Go mainstream dears
And let the masses Know
Let dentists be Witches
Fight for freedom and equality
And all that good stuff
But oh
My heart and soul
Do not ever, never, no
Oh Paganism
Oh Witchcraft
Become too mainstream
Too good
Too sweet
Oh no
Yes we must be family friendly
And not scare the muggles too much
But don’t be afraid to swear
Or wear purple hair
Or dress in renaissance clothes
Just keep quiet about it
When you dance nude in the woods
Or sacrifice a toad
Let our faith, our Craft
Have light, shadows
And the dark also
For if
Oh dears
Should the Soccer Moms ever rule over
My faith and my Craft
I shall have to lead an uprising
And you don’t want me to do that
Oh no
~ Juniper 2009
Give All to Love
Give All to Love
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-fame,
Plans, credit, and the Muse,
Nothing refuse.
‘Tis a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But it is a God,
Knows its own path
And the outlets of the sky.
It was never for the mean;
It requireth courage stout.
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending,
It will reward,
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.
Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young,
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.
Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive;
Heartily know,… Continue reading →
Interview with a Hedgewitch
Interview with a Hedgewitch
You can call me Dizzy; I am a thirty-something Greenwitch, no affiliations, no initiations. I am something of a girly girl, a blue-collar babe, love to garden, hate to cook. I work as a manager at a greenhouse and garden center outside of Edmonton, Alberta. I am married with no kids, yet. I have been practicing witchcraft for a little less than ten years now. But not very well and not working as hard as I should at it either. I am a pagan and I follow a sort of Gaulish inspired path that way.
Juniper is a 29 year old Hedgewitch, who has been practicing since her mid-teens, no affiliations, no initiations … or wait, she just joined OBOD for some reason, so that’s one.
Juniper owns and operates Walking the Hedge, a blog and forum and sometimes other things as well for Hedgewitches and Kitchenwitches and Trad Witches and anyone else too really.
Juniper’s blog has a small following and is known for being controversial and written in very plain language. She even swears sometimes! She writes raw poetry in an almost street style and rants and writes articles on life as a witch… Continue reading →
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