- deep in dark woods of western wilds
- out past Cloud Gate and forbidden miles
- lies a witch in waiting, earnest yet mild
- for evernew converts to lose their wiles
- only on new moons can journey undertake
- for something in brightness patrols Dark Lake
- a fearsome beast not of man stock made
- searches shadows for a traveler’s wade
//
- in darkness of pitch night, cold water creeps
- shipping downshore to where Genderwitch keeps
- a pocket of pansies to welcome new guests
- out to their home from home in far west
//
- with flowers in hand witch greets new arrivals
- those poor, scared souls that traveled great knolls
- slips into a purse numbers of empty vials
- weaves a flowery crown to pay the beast’s toll
- and bids come again, a quest for foreign guest
//
- “ingredients of being, simple things, no doubt,
- are what you ought to bring back about.
- your identity is personal, and important things, i think,
- are what should be back in my cauldron sink.
- so with that forest kings crown you wear on your head,
- begone, bring what is needed back to my homestead.”
//
- “but, genderwitch, if i may call you that,
- what should i bring back along with this hat?
- how am i to know whats important or true
- when i got urges to come here right out of sky blue?
- i barely even know why in world I am here,
- much less how to fix hair that won’t pass my ears!”
//
- “that’s abram's ticket”, genderwitch said with a start,
- “figure out what you want and collect many parts
- any dream of body i can recreate
- as long as i have ingredients for your plate!
- whatever feels right or natural at heart
- is what to bring here and make newly innate!”
//
- “now off, away with you, child, back into wide world
- return once you have sharks teeth, feathers, or milky white pearls
- or anything really, the magics quite divine
- takes just about anything that you can find
- cross the lake anytime with that flowery head key,
- and come back to old genderwitch
- for a body tune-up and tea.”
jan 7 2019 ∞
jan 31 2019 +