Notes to a Witch When she is unable to stop the heavy heart from swaying away on heavy tails, more decidedly during winter, less magic where love seems cold, beyond a longing water - When she feels fairly quicksandy, however trying, catching a shadow’s spell in his blue eyes, brightly blended with grey - There is where she lasts unbroken, seizing the crisp-cripple sky, covered in leaves, she re-gains strength for new spring to come. Then is when she sees a witch painting her waves, around the white heather, and if ever she needs more magic, she notes: She knows a collection of raven, sable, and knows that leaves grow back in cornered parks. New love, a precious day ahead. She knows a collection of roots, and counts on circling, to a longing place, holds out despite the cold. A shawl decidedly around her shoulders. Notes taken. Kate Copeland Kate Copeland started absorbing books ever since a little lass. Her love for words led her to teaching & translating; her love for art & water to poetry…please find her pieces @The Ekphrastic Review, Poets’ Choice, First Lit.Review-East, Wildfire Words, The Metaworker, The Weekly/Five South, New Feathers, AltPoetryPrompts a.o. Her recent Insta reads: www.instagram.com/kate.copeland.poems/ Over the years, she worked at literary festivals and Breathe-Read-Write-sessions, recent linguistic-poetry workshops were via the IWWG (more workshops in the making). Kate was born @ harbour city and adores housesitting @ the world.
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