Subcutaneous Magazine Fall 2016 | Page 7
Wiccan Skies
Celestial whispers dance around the misty top hills
A new dusk shall beckon for an enchantment gathering
Wicca skies they fall and surrender
Brethrens magic draws the pale moon,
ghostly spectre vision of white as a cold sea
Enriches the storm bringer as the heavens rain begins to sing
A midnight dance of baptism and fire
Chariots of the darkness shall race till the golden dawn
Awakening the green man, his eyes are ablaze
Hands holding hands, flames rise higher
spiritual chants and ash smoke
choke the mystifying air, shadowed figures in their Celtic attire
The welcoming of the eternal sun
a hand maiden rhymes a lyrical song
soulfully crying, the rebirth has begun
daylight dreamers blessed with a forgiving earthly sign
sultans of Spring, together in time
©Anthony Crowley 2016
Photographer: Aaron Blackburn