The Earth is a Witch, and I Her Lover

IAmTheSnake
collage (by me) of images from taproot magazine, january 2016

Part of the Daily Poem series. Written after Vermont Witch Camp, 2015.

9.1.15
The earth is a witch and I her lover,
casting off old cauls, have
danced undaunted in the fall fields beneath
the gibbous moon.

You can call me by many names: I have been
Pretty Flame, I have been
First Snake. I have even been nameless
for a time, and crawled rawly naked
through the damp earth
in darkness before light
was born.

How could any touching seeing hearing
tasting being doubt inimitable She
of a Thousand Names and breaths and wings?
The earth is a witch and through our blood
she sings.