Witchfinder

Catch a witch
in Epping
high

Herbs in basket
passing
by

Ghosts of women
in her eye

A chance for ancestors
to say
goodbye

The cold of yesterdays
murder –
catches the fancy
of this tattooed queen
with
big brown eyes –
her curves her throne

Feathered in nature
high

and alone
her dream

Yet she’s cellulites-
all that is vulnerable
in strength
and child scream

Watch her dance
across moods of morbid
and magic

She is
wild
woman

She is
spell

She is
hidden

She is
seen

in
peacock
blue
wiccan
black
and     green

Nicoletta      28.06.2016