In The House of the River Witch

She sleeps at night,
With the covers ready to sail.
The haunted meadows
Tail around in play
Till dawn’s burning ray.

A pinch and sprig
She brings in
To make a tonic
That bitters the tongue.

She knows the path that is hidden
And can touch your soul with passing glance
The river witch holds fast
To the secrets and blessings untold.

She is the river witch that stories are told
She is the river witch that moves in gowns of gold
Wise is the river witch
Who lives shoreline

Wise is the river witch
At ley line’s edge
Where she empowers her spells

Arcana voices of ancient times design
And the seven blessings shine down
crowning this field with erratic sound
A girl finds some sticks and makes music
With the elements
Singing upon found ruins and
Waltzing the wood
Ash in her hair

While a child awakes
With the scent of smoke on her tongue
A dream-spell translated on her face
And given to her mother
Picked up from the crib

She is the river witch that stories are told
She is the river witch that moves in gowns of gold
Wise is the river witch
Who lives by the river’s edge

Wise is the river witch
At ley line’s edge
Where she empowers her spells


© 19-Oct-2005 Sonja J. Phinney