last night i was a witch
running from pain
protecting my sacred hip
with a blade of fog
body like a crow
i cut through moonlight
clutching my cloak tight
guarding the hallow
morning brought light
stones tied to joints
memories of protection
shedding feathers across the room
until gathering peaches
i cooked them into magic
transforming them into smoke
bubbling over, but not burnt
tonight i’ll feed them to the birds
gathering them close to the fire
to help sing the pain away
until the fog comes again
*23/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.
Bridgette Tales 
I LOVE peach cobbler! Yummy!
And this poem gives me all the good feels, aside from the hip pain, though. 😩😩😩
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Thank you! Peach cobbler is very much connected to my grandmother, and a favorite of mine too. My hip pain is a real bummer these days 😢
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I hope you gain some relief soon. My orthopedic appointment is scheduled for Monday afternoon, and it cannot get here soon enough.
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Wishing you a productive and helpful appointment!
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Thank you!
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I loved the extended imagery and symbolism of witchcraft. With the return of the fog at the closing, the circle begins yet again.
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Thank you. I’ve been thinking a lot about pain lately and this was my way of processing some of it.
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This poem feels like a beautiful blend of mythology, nature, and healing. I loved the way you transformed pain into something almost magical—the witch imagery, the fog blade, the feathers, and the peaches all create a dreamlike world where protection and recovery become rituals. The transition from darkness and guarding yourself at night to gathering and transforming peaches in the morning feels especially powerful, like a reminder that healing can come through small acts of care. The final image of feeding the birds and gathering by the fire is hauntingly beautiful, leaving the reader with a sense of comfort and hope. A truly imaginative and atmospheric piece.
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Oh my goodness, thank you for such a kind comment. This one was very hard for me to write, as the pain I’m feeling right now often makes me feel like I’m moving backwards or standing still…or stuck. This poem was me processing it and I love the way it moved for you.
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