Witch-wind, Witch-water, Witch fire and Witch-earth
Is all wizardry dangerous and not of this world?
Magic, gifted beings among us... though in great dearth
Making potions and lotions in cauldrons on hearth
Through concoctions of plants and herbs healing occurs
Witch-wind, Witch-water, Witch fire and Witch-earth
Through alchemistic ventures the present was birthed
Astrology teaches, how space and time has unfurled
Magic, gifted beings among us... though in great dearth
When sickness strikes aren’t healers held in great worth?
Yet in the past we persecuted tortured and burned
Witch-wind, Witch-water, Witch fire and Witch-earth
In eccentric folk often genius’s unearthed
We fear what we don’t understand; become disturbed
Magic, gifted beings among us... though in great dearth
Have we progressed or regressed in what we have learned?
Loss of ancient natural wisdom is a grave concern!
Witch-wind, Witch-water, Witch fire and Witch-earth
Magic, gifted beings among us... though in great dearth
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
