Moon Spell - Day 8

 

Image by Free Fun Art from Pixabay

 Theysneak out at twilight

Eagerto reach the meadow unseen

Claspinghands and running

Gigglingas backpacks bounce on their backs

 

Brimmingwith newfound love and joy

Cherishingthe wisdom of the pagan past

Twoyoung girls breathe in the flowery scent

Readyto weave magic on a full moon night

 

Thesky turns dark, dotted with twinkling stars

Themeadow gathers shadows familiar yet strange

Themoon glides upward, a patchy ball of yellow, cream, and white

Thegirls stand in a faerie circle, waiting for the silent signal

 

The night bird calls, awake for a day-long sleep

Handsclasped, spine bent backward

Barefeet grounded, toes digging into the soft earth

Thegirls call their ancestors, faeries, and witches

 

Magicdust gathers, madly swirling around

Firefliessparkle and dim, dashing about at random

Theblessings descend, one after another, in abundance –

Mayyou always have the power to follow your heart’s desires

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Brief Backstory: Nothing really. It's just a poem denoting my love for nature and pagan traditions. 

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This post is a part of the BlogchatterHalf Marathon 2023.