The Witches Cupboard

Warm is the night and faster the beat,
Of air all around and of grass-stained feet;
An energy pulses in all of their hearts,
To celebrate life and the ice’s depart.

The willows and reeds all rise from the thunder,
Encouraged to waken and sway to and fro,
The creatures of young all grow to the rhythms,
From every hare to the guppies below.

A whirlwind of color settles in view,
The dancers are somber now in review.
“We take in the energy given to us,
Inanna again is more than just dust.”

The rhythm again echoes cross the lands,
but no more are they dancing,
The warm stench of wet earth they hold in their hands,
For now it’s rain’s turn to be stamping.

This poem was submitted to us for posting July 1, 2011 by a fan of our site, Tiffany P from California. Thanks Tiffany!