HERBAL


Crawl through the snow
with a handful of flowers
found in a prayer in
a prayerful of bowers

Sweet baby flowers
from sweet baby seeds
born like sweet Blodeuwedd
from magical needs

Climb up the stairs
before they build more
Just a few steps to
the lock in the door

Don't cry for help or
you might raise the dead
Young Witches never
quit while they're ahead

Measure the flowers
from cradle to grave
Tuck them all up in
a cloth like a cave

Turn on the stove and
toss the whole lot in
a cauldron or kettle
or maybe a pot

(I wonder is this
why they rattle and
hum about Witches
sacrificing their young)

Pray while they boil
pray to the flame
pray for the oil
pray to your pain

Pray to the Mother
of blossom and spring
Pray to the honey
pray to the sting

Bring up the cloth and
squeeze out Her blood
Spill not a drop of
the newborn flood

Sip it by the teaspoon
wash it on your skin
Never heal without what
you never heal within

Kiss me sweet Blodeuwedd
kiss my baby tea and
I pray that dark Gwyddion
sets your flowers free

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This poem is from On Pagan Roads Copyright © 2004 David Arv Bragi