Liminal

Photo by Larm Rmah on Unsplash

Read the book of shadows

when sadnesses besiege you

make art from the dying of the light,

Look deep into the blackness

at the heart of the night.

….

See yourself mirrored

in your sleeping child’s eyes,

Abandon all disguise.

When rising into the ghost-air

Tingles your skin

let the fullness of the day begin

then give your life away

to the witches and the wizards of the Wicca.

……..

See them play on the greensward

where the oak’s all aflicker

and the pentangle’s aflame,

the crescent moon has risen

and the magic’s just the same:

Venus is the goddess, Aphrodite born of Zeus,

Watch the warp and the weft of their weaving of time

Curve us into this wormhole of a closing line

Weave us into the singularities of a (wo)man.