Poem: Catechism for a witch’s child

Cate­chism for a witch’s child
–J.L. Stanley

When they ask to see
your gods
your book of prayers
show them lines
drawn del­i­cate­ly with
veins
on the under­side of a bird’s wing
tell them you believe
in giant
sycamores mottled
and stark against a win­ter sky
and in nights so
frozen
stars crack open spilling streams of molten ice to earth
and tell
them how you drank
the holy wine of honeysuckle
on a warm spring
day
and of the softness
of your mother
who nev­er taught you
death
was life’s reward
but who believed in the earth
and the sun
and a
mil­lion, mil­lion light-years
of being.

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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