Under the Witch’s Skin

The children
of her grandchildren’s children

think of her
as nothing more than a myth.
She let the lie simmer for centuries…

“For survival,” she says,
but thinks, For convenience.

The cold ashes
groveling through her veins
feel nearly normal
now—
she is simple 
an occupier of land,
as special as all other human animals;

but her ‘natural now’
has been born anew
inside the heart of another.

Ashen memories rush back to life,
feeding the soul of one hundred fires.
Old cloaks are cracked 
by the passion of a wild child.

Land, sky, girl… 
life and death glow as One.
Obscurity’s mask is ripped
and burned;
magic bursts, 
naturally alight, 
from under the Witch’s skin.

Fire Fly” by Octavian Vaughan

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22 comments:

  1. fierce and beautiful poem...love the illustration you chose for it.

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    1. I fell in love with that illustration as soon as I saw it. Her face is sooo sweet, but her eyes look like they are masking something "fierce and beautiful" ;-)

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    2. yea.. that's why they are squint a bit.. you know one of the witch's sings was one squinting eye, or may be two is even better..:)
      but i like this drawing, I collected some in my blog as well. Modern art has so many possibilities!

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    3. Squinting as if she is thinking of a secret...

      I totally agree with your concept about modern art. Imagination is the limit ;-)

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    4. secrets and witches, oh please! never! ;) imagination - no limits!

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    5. Ha! You are too hilarious ;-)

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  2. This is one I'm going to have to come back to a few times to digest. It puts me in mind of volcanoes...

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    1. Can't wait to read your thoughts after poetic digestion has been had ;-)

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  3. Love this! :) Puts me in mind of Grandmother & Grandchildren ;)

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    1. I might have been in the mind of Grandmother and Grandchildren, too ;-)

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  4. Would it be conceited to say this poem made me think of me? I didn't just read the words...I felt them...and now I ache for the release of Spring. XXX

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    1. Truth is not conceit. You are a fiery witchy woman, of course your spring warmth is yearning to burst out. I'm pretty sure I walk around glowing ;-)

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  5. Brilliant poem Magaly! Love the eyes in the image! Very powerful!

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    1. Octavian Vaughan is an amazing artist. I was quite enchanted by the entire image, but the eyes and the hair caught me first, too ;-)

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  6. that's a beautiful poem! your words weave images of old souls, the earth, fire magic & love...i love it!!
    and the artwork is a perfect fit!

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    1. YOUR words made me think of old souls awakening from a very long sleep ;-)

      And yes, yes, yes, I might have to get this print. It speaks to me...

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  7. Wow this is such an honour and such a talent you have with words Magaly :) thank you so much for showcasing my artwork, this is magical.

    I love it would you mind if I credit you on my website for such a beautiful poem? Its brilliant and this is the first time someone has done this:)

    What inspired you to write this poem?

    Many Blessings to you and thank you ladies for your lovely words xxx's

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    1. I'm very happy you liked the words your art inspired. And by all means, feature it on your website. I love your colors.

      What inspired me? Well, I'm writing a novel titled Dancing on Her Bones. I was working on a scene where my protagonist--a very young witch who is reclaiming old powers--is dancing by a bonfire. I'm usually inspired by visual art, so as I searched... I stumbled upon your Fire Fly. The wild nature all around her, the flames of her hair, the look in her eyes... well, I just had to put words to what she made me feel.

      Blessings right back at you ;-)

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  8. She was dormant and now she's awake. What will her grandchildren's children do? There has to be a reason why she allowed the lie to be. Somehow, I don't think her great grandchildren are as powerful as she. To me she feels like an Elemental.

    This is good as a stand alone but can also be the beginning of a larger work. I was ready to turn the page. Very nice.

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    1. I think that she'll stay dormant... when it comes to the old ways. But her wild grandchild, on the other hand... well, her soul might be burning with the heat of one hundred fires ;-)

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  9. I think she looks just a little sad. This put me in mind of the Maiden, Mother, Crone aspects of the Goddess. The Crone is at the end of her phase and even though she is still powerful, she knows that her power is being reborn in the Maiden. The cycle begins again. I would think that she is a little weary, but maybe that is just me laying my tiredness of the packing over your wonderful words.

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    1. I had never thought about it in that way, but I think you are right: there is loss and sadness in the gloriously happy circle of rebirth (and plain birth). A body is ripped apart and changed in order to bring something else into the world. A life is beginning while one is moving towards its corporeal end. I guess the joy comes out of accepting and delighting in our role--the Maiden rejoiced in youth, the Mother creates, and the Crone glows in the light of what's to come.

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