Night of The Crone, a poem written by Moxie McMurder at Spillwords.com

Night of The Crone

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Night of The Crone

written by: Moxie McMurder

@MoxieMcMurder

 

Spices and salt in the air
The fire snaps and spits
These nights are sacred
They are ancient
We are all the same under the moon
Taking comfort in the silver light
And seeking knowledge from the ghosts of our mothers
Swaying in the cool air
The Night of The Crone has begun
Her wisdom shines through us
As she becomes us
And we see our future in the flames
A future women know only too well
Rolling the bones we take a chance
And ask for guidance
The power of three
Is within thee

Moxie McMurder

Moxie McMurder

Mad, bad and dangerous to know. Witchy Woman and Blasphemous Girl. Writer. RAGING feminist.
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