The wytches’ child possesses a silver pentagram,
\nit hangs amidst the green-white phosphorous
\nlights where somnambulists channel souls from
\nthe oasis of stellar-electric blasts that carousel
\nthe brown chestnuts of old oak trees.<\/p>\n
Here, she dances sky clad among the white-silken
\nmists and apple blossoms that nearly caress the
\nnight sky. Always indiscriminately, she pours her
\nheart out to shadowy figures most would find
\ngrotesque, if not for the fragility of a flower, bruised,
\nwith strewn petals.<\/p>\n
Small animals, wild for carrot taking, stop to stare
\nat a cricket waving his antennae in a field of grassy
\nknoll opposite the wytches’ cottage, where Spirit
\nbegins to scatter droplets of rainwater from the twigs
\nof bushes, darkened by a Midsummer’s wind.<\/p>\n
Often, beneath the waves of a sparrow’s wing,
\nunder towed sunlight gathers with mustard glow over
\nthe rattling of tarantulas’ feet. The wytches’ child,
\nsmells of eucalyptus and burnt necklaces made of shell,
\nmade of bone. Every foe is her friend, and she laughs
\nas she builds a world of snow.<\/p>\n
Silvery tinges of sparkles remain collected, protected, in
\nthe magick of her moment. Violet hues radiate through
\nclear glass swellings. Between the idea, between the
\nreality of conception and creation, there is motion. The
\ncasual are less aware, but every now and then I remember
\nto shake the bubble and dream!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The wytches’ child possesses a silver pentagram, it hangs amidst the green-white phosphorous lights where somnambulists channel souls from the oasis of stellar-electric blasts that carousel the brown chestnuts of old oak trees. Here, she dances sky clad among the white-silken mists and apple blossoms that nearly caress the night sky. Always indiscriminately, she pours her heart out to shadowy figures most would find grotesque, if not for the fragility of a flower, bruised, with strewn petals. Small animals, wild for carrot taking, stop to stare at a cricket waving his antennae in a field of grassy knoll opposite the wytches’ cottage, where Spirit begins to scatter droplets of rainwater from the twigs of bushes, darkened by a Midsummer’s wind. Often, beneath the waves of a sparrow’s wing, under towed sunlight gathers with mustard glow over the rattling of tarantulas’ feet. The wytches’ child, smells of eucalyptus and burnt necklaces made of shell, made of bone. Every foe is her friend, and she laughs as she builds a world of snow. Silvery tinges of sparkles remain collected, protected, in the magick of her moment. Violet hues radiate through clear glass swellings. Between the idea, between the reality of conception and creation, there is motion. The casual are less aware, but every now and then I remember to shake the bubble and dream!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":69,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2263","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2263","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/69"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2263"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2263\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2263"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2263"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2263"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}