Rhyme Of A Young White Witch

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Young girl remembers way back when

her mother died when she was ten...

then forced into some foster home

with sadness she remained alone,

 

Willomina was her birthright name

that her mother Nina did proclaim,

to new family she couldn't explain

how to celebrate October's Samhain,

 

carrier bag filled with essentials

wrong doing was inconsequential,

she had to leave right now today

fly before daylight, no other way.

 

Mother's magic young witch craved

deep in the forest's so secret glade,

look after creatures great and small

now eighteen she could take it all,

 

down each country lane she drifted

as early morning clouds they lifted,

but darkness slowly turned to dawn

still this white witch meandered on,

 

pure energy that's felt from trees

stimulates mind puts miss at ease,

the forest veil that cloaks this girl

no one about she begins to twirl,

 

with her pure incessant laughter

wild energizing...dancing faster,

witch no more recoiled inhibited

in deep forest feeling privileged,

 

Willowmina treads with slight of feet

trees they shade her from sun's heat,

walks an ancient forest's dreamy trail

her visions weave white witches tale...

 

all whispered rhythms that transcend

this child of nature's dream never ends,

from trees, greenery and all creatures

these, Willowmina's greatest teachers.

 

“How do I proceed in this quest?

Where should I go, venture next?”

Wandering stony path it clears

then image in her mind appears,

 

fragments echo deep within

visions of her family kin,

message: progress lies within

written on wooden mandolin.

 

'Take this route your destiny

where you'll find some equity,

study witch healing alchemy

using all plant life remedy,

 

to proceed along this path

mandolin it should surpass,

play it simply as you will

but all of nature you must thrill.'

 

Claiming instrument beginning to play

found she'd mastered it straight away,

sounds emerged as strings were plucked

Willowmina's music did swiftly erupt,

 

playing through white kissed mist

sight hypnotic she was transfixed,

musical prodigy gazed other side

“I'm going home at last ,” she cried,

 

voice then murmured in her ear,

“you must strip down naked dear.”

witch with abandon didn't hesitate

knew her mother's spirit did await,

 

quickly disrobing and gazing all around

witch she placed clothes onto the ground,

now unclothed white witch she shivered

as dawn's rays then winked and quivered,

 

naturally trembling with much excitement

spied her cabin which stood still and silent,

child then glimpsed her sacred mother's tomb

which lay beside her treasured magic broom.

 

Willowmina cheerfully played on with ease

feeling sudden rush of unearthly breeze,

body touching bright curtain of light

like the flickering of wings in flight,

 

approaching close to door beyond

stands ghostly figure waving wand,

knew her mother's spirit was awaiting

for young witch there's no hesitating,

 

as the young girl slowly neared

ghostly figure then disappeared,

in its place sits slinky black cat

surrounded by enchanted habitat,

 

front door creaked as it opened wide

elated nimble feline slipped inside...

Willowmina showed no sign of fear

as a voice whispered, “enter dear,”

 

young witch peered around open door

stood gazing at leaves on dusty floor,

cobwebs hung from old wooden beams

creating your typical ghost like scenes,

 

a folklore guide to witches herbs

in book of shadows magic words,

Willowmina could read them fluid

words obscured by her father druid,

 

upon some grimy forgotten shelves

rows of jars where remedy dwells,

flowers and treatments for to cure

pain of those creatures they endure,

 

cabin so dirty and plenty to do

where to start witch hadn't a clue,

stepping outside for mother's broom

swept away debris cleared the gloom,

 

cleansing took up most of the day

evening time came drifting away,

gathering wood from forest deep

before darkness a bite for to eat,

 

striking matches from foster home

soon a fire gave a warm welcome,

tired and hungry with time to sit;

embers crackle now fire is lit,

 

time for tucking into bread and cheese

followed by an apple so juicy and sweet,

when she had finished bedtime arrived

All Hallows she would not be deprived.

 

 

 

This is a poem based on a story I'm writing.

 

Thank you for reading and may you have a peaceful and

thoughtful Halloween.