Witchy Women Crones

Witchy Women Crones

When there is frost on your pumpkin
And an owl in your tree
And herbs in your pocket
And the moon sets you free

When you dance to the rhythm 
From the beat of your heart
And you're covered in darkness
And covered in warts

And your womb starts to whisper
All the mysteries it knows
And your third eye opens
And you're followed by crows

And you have learned to live
Between heaven and hell
And though you know magic
For goodness and well

You'll just be seen
As a useless old hag
Thrown in a pile
Like dirty old rags

What's wrong with world?
The young want to know
Well you've discarded the magic
And you reap what you sow...

bjbeyers 2022