Poets logo


by Josey Pickering 2 months ago in performance poetry
Report Story

a witchy poem

Photo by Sierra Koder on Unsplash

Together we chant our sacred spells

and further strengthen our ancient bonds.

Our power grows like a mighty tree

alongside our enduring faith in one another.

Under the glowing moon’s rays,

We call upon our ancestors,

The ones lost to fire & brimstone.

The woods whisper our secrets

and we shout them up at the stars.

The flora & fauna surround us

in a harmony that’s existed

since the dawn of time.

Our magic bathes us in our past, present & future at once,

a crystal ball of existence.

A coven woven together,

from the bloodlines ashed by ignorance,

Reborn in siblinghood.

performance poetry

About the author

Josey Pickering

Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights


There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2022 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.