Wic & Her Wrought Wit

The genius of Wicca in the learning process.

 

 

 

 

Its the hound of the discodever

Tell Holmes to meet me on  the river

Passpartoo and Devi can come too

Its Mariaman's sister, the Merriment.

 

Apollo has turned his wheel

Requited is he in demendom

The sun rises in the Rheims

For Mary and her fancy whims.

 

Come and call to your depths

Davy Jones is now an adept

No longer the tower of Babel

At heart now the bile's idol

 

Stir the pot and grate the bore

Roll with the sow  and pour fore

The hero stands on the rock

The judge is now in the dock.

 

The maidens now shop at Walton's.

The brew bubbles in them like kittens

Their minds once a prison camp

Struts its wings for a waiting man

 

 

Then arises the new light of acamedian

And shines on the storm of intention

No longer the swamp of peril

It teems with life, the wetland's cavil

 

Drive now the oxen from the hills

Dance to the tune of the heart's gills

Today and tomorrow and the day after

Speak to me of your child's wonder.

Reviews

[Briana O'Connor]

I love the beautiful realations you make to ancient times. Such a light piece with added depth and character. This was a very enjoying and fun read. Thank you for sharing.

[patricia]

i could relate to this a lot. very interesting. thanks.

[Lily Mae]

"Speak to me of your child's wonder." I love this line.. it speaks volumes..x