Celebrate Your Weird and Wild

My totem is a silver skull, my spirit animal a murder of 13 crows (that enjoys playing jokes on storks and stealing shiny booty from magpies).

Black wings and shifty eyes delivered me (blood-clad and screaming) into my grandmother’s waiting hands. At nine-years-ancient, I knew my story to be uncanny… away from the sort of normal that feeds the world its myths and all the other perfect kids. “The storks didn’t fight back?”

The rumble in my grandmother’s laughter named her sister to thunder. Before she spoke, her smile flashed lightning. “Storks fear babies with teeth in the same way the idiotic fear women with brains.

When the world questions
your love for bones and feathers,
my girl, trust your strange—
celebrate your weird and wild,
feed on thunder and lightning.”

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– for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Celebration.

Mirror Shards and Hissing Cats

On the thirteenth day
of the hottest noon of summer,
the Witch cracked seven mirrors
while dancing with her black cats.

Her neighbors whispered of unluck,
painted blood crosses over shut doors,
self-flogged for mercy
and screamed prayers of, “Forgive her!”

By sunset, the lone Witch stood
on an in-between place; ready for the oncoming fight—

mirror shards and hissing cats offer some protection,
but the most ruthless of the Fair Folk would not resist
the alluring call of fresh blood and fear-fattened screams.

for Magpie Tales 278

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