A witch ball is a hollow sphere of plain or stained glass hung in cottage windows in 18th century England to ward off evil spirits, witch's spells or ill fortune.
It can also be used as an oracle between the worlds.
Intertwining of two lives, one in this world, the other now in the spiritual realm. Looking into the dark, we continue to connect...
Witch Balls by Theresa C. Newbill
Melancholy figures dance
on ghostly colored glass
wrinkled in water,
a likeness bursts
into memory.
My heart, Your heart.
In my hands, On your hands,
all that we've lost,
all that we've touched,
strange reality
that is this flesh,
so many parts
to our existence.
All we've been continues,
filling the air
with ozone and orgone,
shifting
with millennial dreams.
Time moves
fighting the distance,
indigestible,
choking,
soaring,
independant,
searching the night.
Dark Magnetic beauty,
love's immortal contest,
opposite forces breathe
interminable desolation,
alone,
in irreparable
stillness.
So come the winds,
the spirit's glare,
the space neons
in the darkened sky.
The sins of the past
dissolve into you,
imperfect,
with the purpose
of becoming whole.
I will fix myself
a bourbon
and commence to stare
into the mirrored room
of this consciousness,
I want to be alone
in your mystery.
