Widdershins


Circle in the grass
And a pinch of salt and
I hold my breath when the
Moon's behind a

Cloud in the water
And the tea leaves swirl and
I tie my plait on the
Willow boughs to

Kiss to the fire
And a half burnt cake and
I bite the seed for the
Blood to flow on

Hands to the heavens
And a hopeful spell and
I lift the veil say his
Name to come to

Circle in the grass
And a pinch of salt…

(repeats)


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That should really be a song. If anyone wants to make it a song, please do.
- posted by Kate @ 11:54 AM