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maryhale1 · 5 months
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My perfect winter Solstice 🥰
Beneath the winter's silver shroud,
A solstice tale is sung aloud.
The sun retreats, its warmth withdrawn,
As frosty breath adorns the dawn.
The world in slumber, ice-kissed and still,
A whispered breeze on windowsill.
Branches, like fingers, reach for the sky,
Nature's artwork in frozen sigh.
Crystal blankets weave a quilted scene,
A tapestry of white, serene.
Footprints echo on the glistening ground,
In winter's theater, silence is found.
Yet, in this quiet, a promise lies,
The solstice marks a slow sunrise.
Days may be short, but hope takes flight,
Winter's grip yields to spring's delight.
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mamamoon92 · 8 months
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🖤✨
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spellcraftpoetry · 8 months
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As the rain rolls down Monte Circeo beneath the starry night I find you again, this time awake, in her arms.
Oh sister, thank you for bringing me this witchling. The voice I guide has been calling her for so long To her abode, in the lands of the west, And I have woken from a slumber to this newfound light.
When Summer swings From June to July, From the known to the unknown, Wild dreams flow through our minds.
A fledgling hatches to the noon Sun, Gaze upwards, basking under its protecting rays.
From her shell grows a nurturing tree, which will send her on an upward flight to a palace she has somehow seen before. A marble effigy to your grace sister, whence you nurture her for her journey.
And when her wings descend below, May she find my arm to rest on, For her soul nested atop the old tower, She reached, even before it crumbled.
May you rest, witchling, before we dance into the bright tomorrows ahead of us. And may our fortune shine.
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tulipsofthemorning · 1 year
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notfavghost · 8 days
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Witches dance with stars.
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tansdiary · 8 months
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the sinful summer resigned; pearls, the heavens poured. the seasons ebb and flow; now begins the autumn galore.
'tis the season of harvest; a passage of transition to behold. nature will shed the jewels of life, do harvest rubies and gold— 'tis the season of harvest, after all.
—september 3, 2023 // for someone on a new beginning
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bewitched-moonlight · 4 months
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I will enjoy this life. I will open it like a peach in season, suck the juice from every finger, run my tongue over my chin. I will not worry about clichés or uninvited guests peering in my windows. I will love and be loved. Save and be saved a thousand times. I will let the want into my body, bless the heat under my skin. My life, I will not waste it. I will enjoy this life.
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each of us are just trying to find a way to make their cosmically terrifying and limited time on this earth somewhat endurable.
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little-witchys-garden · 10 months
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“Your jewelry should Introduce you before you even speak “
My Nana would croon out as I watched from her bed as she draped herself in diamonds of all colors rubies, sapphires, opals and emeralds. I’d gaze at her as she slip on her thick shimmering silver bracelets. Putting on priceless rare gem earrings that were so big and heavy I thought her ears might rip off. A jeweled ring on every finger and toe.
" A con, what I'm owed. Use men or they'll use you. My jewelry speaks for me. It's why so many mem desire me but can never have me, but I'll always have them. " she’d purr out as I helped her put on her heavy gem covered necklaces. Gifts from many weak spineless men that she’d never truly love or even care about.
I remember feeling ashamed as my aunt snarled at me for my heirloom ring telling me it was whores jewelry or cutting off friendship bracelets because they were childish. How she’d growl at me for wearing anything that wasn’t pure gold and diamonds even though my parents could never afford such luxuries.
" sluts jewelry" my uncle would hiss while rubbing his chunky gaudy golden rings that put him in debt whenever I wore the simple jewelry I saved up money from mowing lawns so I could have just one piece of jewelry from Hot topic or a thrift shop because it's all I could afford.
“Your jewelry should Introduce you before you even speak “
A saying echoed my whole life.
I follow that saying now but not in the way they'd hope. I wear jewelry that brings me joy and shows the warmth that those that looked upon them never saw it them.
I wear jewelry that speaks of a gentle loving soul, jewelry that sings a song of comfort understanding may it be cheap, handmade, old, thrifted or tacky.
I dawn myself head to toe in shimmering jewelry, always wearing too much, jingling and jangling with each movement.
Jewelry brimming with witchy and magick intentions.
Jewelry gifted to me from a place of lavender love.
Oh yes my jewelry speaks for me just not the way they were hoping.
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Tired and weary I journey far still
From the first star in the East, they follow my will
Alive half a turn to die in the West
The suns first streams in me to kill
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fettfleisch · 7 months
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the scent of the night calms me and makes my lungs flutter like the wings of an angel fluttering desperately to watch the fall in time because he was in the sauna too long with all his men, but that's what makes this smell so goddamn good
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maryhale1 · 4 months
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The Night 🌚 NYX
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In shadows deep, where night does reign,
Goddess Nyx, a celestial bane.
Stars her jewels, the moon her guide,
In darkness, beauty shall abide.
A tapestry of dreams unfurls,
As Nyx, the cosmic fabric swirls.
Cloaked in mystery, veiled in grace,
She weaves the threads of time and space.
Silent whispers in the dark,
Her presence leaves a mystic mark.
Nocturnal queen, with power vast,
In Nyx's embrace, shadows cast.
A symphony of shadows, a ballet of the night,
Goddess Nyx, in celestial flight.
In cosmic dance, her essence weaves,
An ode to her, the night receives.
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raisemerryhell · 3 months
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓸
For writing: melindamblack.com
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spellcraftpoetry · 2 years
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On the wake of Lughnasadh’s night, I hear words of yesteryear resurfacing.
Aphrodite’s voice, in her luscious glory flying gracefully through the air, coming to find my ear, as I hear a thousand first harvest before me. She stands, behind every campfire, strong in her magnificence, eternal.
She lets myself go, she lets myself grow.
As the feast finishes, I can feel the universe’s pulse course through my veins, with her power carried alongside it. May the coming days’ reaping bring abundance to fields and flesh alike.
And as the campfire dims, it reminds me what is to come, as it has been, as it will be.
So mote it be.
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highpriestessarchives · 2 months
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Blog Directory
This is more for my own sake of keeping everything organized since, tbh, I'm not the most adept at using Tumblr.
For My Fellow Pagans
Aphrodite and Emotions
Astral Projection + Travel
Channeled Message: Aphrodite
Channeled Message: Pan
Divine Epithets: How We Can Use Mythology to Learn About Human Authenticity
Echo Chambers in Spirituality
Protection and Warding
Shadow Work Prompt: A Binding Past
For My Fellow Writers
A Philosophy Behind Writer's Block: Valuing Despair
Divine Epithets: How We Can Use Mythology to Learn About Human Authenticity
Expectations: In Which Diverse Stories Have Extra Criteria
Fear: Using Stoicism to Shape Characters
Know Thyself: How This One Exercise Shaped My Writing
Trope Talk
Obsessed Artist: The Role of Destruction in the Pursuit of Authenticity
Reluctant Ruler: The Burden of Leadership
Tortured Poet: Where Do We Draw the Line of Responsibility?
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theothedeathwitch · 6 months
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