NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 4

[satyapriya]

Which Witch?

I am one of the three
who trod Macbeth's blasted heath,
although these days,
it's the Australian couch grass
dry under me,
and my cauldron contains fire,
not toe of dog,
which I know, as an educated witch,
is hounds tongue, pest species of plant.

I am the one from the gingerbread house,
but mine's disguised by brown brick,
and red tile roof.
My oven doesn't work,
and it would be quite a job for anyone
to climb onto the stove,
wedge inside, and bake till crisp.
I eat fat little books,
and lie in wait for story ideas to trip past
after being lost in the suburban streets.

I am Willow who makes the world over,
letting a curlicue of magic into the Bible belt,
and tie-dye drift past the nursing homes.
I am Sabrina,
endlessly learning, studying,
but there are no aunts I can apprentice to,
only books, libraries, and the internet.

I have been Maiden, and Mother.
I am Enchantress.
I am Wise Woman, Healer,
Seer, Shaman.
I dance the world into being,
write it true,
set it free to Become as it will.
I have held newborns, labouring mothers,
the dying, and the dead.
Too many roles to name,
to conjure to a list.

I am a wind chime,
each facet ringing in turn.