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