Peace has leftthe green housewith Iris by the doorCast out by the Walking Witchwhose heart is charcoal blackWarts and the summer moonbear witness to her dance outsidethe garden gate”Manifest!”, she cries casting her spellMoonlight jumping on extended armsas they stir her cauldron skyCurse without cause can not fly-Fly it does from her fingers endlike sparksContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Moon Spell”