wytchcroft

when my dam broke
and my sisters reached down
and hauled you from the grimy waters
they held you up so that i might see you
sticky as soil and soft as skin
ready to burst yourself, almost;
a puffball.

outside the circle we placed you deep into the earth, deep in the dark dirt
i offered saliva to the forest, i offered my flesh and blood
and my sisters' songs
we placed you there between the trees
a good place for seeds

and impatiently now we will wait 
for you to grow. 


inspired by this.