The world weeps, screams, points fingers, tells of heartfelt love without showing much… My flesh and bones and the soft bits inside my skull are relaxing the ill hold they’ve kept around my health’s throat for three turns of The Wheel… I’m grateful and cautious and often I want not to breathe the human stench. But I watch and see and hope… and I wish.
I wish for better for you and for me and for all of us to give better than we get. My wishes go macro: a clean Gaia, chiefs with hearts and brains and uncommon sense, less blaming and more good… I also wish wee wishes… tiny bits just for me: stronger flesh and bones and eyeballs, an unremarkable gut, fewer pains, years and years and years for storytelling and living… long summer days under a mango tree.
today, Gaia wails
a Witch spells healing wishes—
hope and magic live
Long(ish) Process Note: I was not supposed to write poetry today. In fact, I sat down to craft an entry in which I shared my blogging schedule with you (Sun – expanding Wee Bits; Tue – poem or tale, depending on the “Wee Bits” voting results; Thu – posts about Writing and Witchy Living; Sat – rereading my Pratchett).
As you can see, I had a simple, clear-cut plan… But we all know that plans (and life) are never clear or simple or all that easy to stick to (particularly when it comes to blogging and moi *cough*). So when Corey, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, asked us “to reflect on the right now and here” and to use that to write a poem about our “heart’s desire”, I didn’t even try to resist.
“Love”, by MagicLoveCrow