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

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*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.