Today’s writing is a double golden shovel poem taken from two lines of Elizabeth Willis’s “The Witch”
A Coven
There a witch feels
something she desires - a
witchlike wind known to stir
about the streets. Walk
a block there - rather like a
sleepwalker, more enchanting than one who can’t be charmed, who
wanders as if carried
through the village or flown on
the broom or cart-pushed into the house, taken in by those
with magical powers - a spell that
matches a levitating cart!
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