I cannot think ...

 

I cannot think of him

without that old rage rising –

the abusive bastard 

you fell in love with 

all those years ago;

and even after separation,

his ongoing mental torture, 

deliberately inflicted, with malice.

I could see you wilting, dying,

driven crazy, made weak….

Of course I did the mother

of all banishing spells!

Immediately, he left 

for the other side of the world

and you recovered, went on,

found real love, good love …

yet even now, the mere

passing memory…. Yes,

I am a being of love.

Yes, I could kill.

A sister witch phones …

 

A sister witch phones.

Someone was attacked in Sydney

for wearing a Star of David.

She reminds me that pentacles 

are often mistaken for that Star, 

instead of our five-pointed 

symbol of the Goddess.

She has taken hers off.

I remind myself there are other 

Pagan tokens we can wear:

spirals, triskelions, likenesses

of dragons … I resolve

to look for a serpent ring –

though I already have both 

a scarab and a Celtic knot,

one on each forefinger.