I am crone, blackened, old bones creaking, hear me cackle,
Worldy wise, decrepit and dried-out hag
At Samhain Eve, edge of darkness.
Bring back to me immortality and the light of life.
I am curdling cauldron, spewing orange bile, seething vileness
Cosmic container, holy grail to the gods
I welcome Samhain, edge of darkness
As the sun sets, I descend into darkness, and my transformation begins.
Reborn, I am acorn, I am apple- five pointed star, pentagram
Wise woman, sentinel of soulful strength.
I rejoice at Samhain, beyond the edge of darkness
As day breaks I brush away fear with my birch besom.
It is a new day, new year, a new life.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse where the theme was monsters….I haven’t really got anything in me on monsters….so this is a tale from a witch.
I am away from home, I went out in the dark to collect some acorns for my photo, but the internet is a little weak here and they won’t load….so call back later and they might be here. I saw a tiny little mouse whilst I was out but hadn’t got my camera with me.
Acorns were seen as an amulet…it is seen as strong and protective, they only appear on mature trees and they are a symbol of perseverance and fertility.
