I am only a little archive witch
Filing old Grimoires and organising records
I cannot move mountains
Or cast cast illusions
But what little magic I do have
I will use tonight
I will use it to cast a protection charm
On all the women
Who are out with their covens
Laughing and drinking and dancing
All this charm does is draw the attention of Lady Luck
To keep all my sisters safe
From the shape shifters and tricksters
That are all out hunting tonight
These are the men who know
How to look like what they are not
The men who do slight of hands
As they slip love potions into drinks
If I could
I would curse these incubi
Banish them
To the worst circle of hell
However my particular pact with the devil
Leaves me only capable of jinxes
That I cast spitefully but quietly
Every door pushed needs to be pulled open
Little invisible stones in shoes
Forgetting wallets
And loosing car keys
I also pray that stronger witches than me
Come along
The witches who will summon vengeful demons
Witches who will cast boils and blood
Witches who can cast unbreakable spells
Of retribution
Re-balance the distribution
Of power
So we no longer have to play prey
To this predatory behaviour
No more boys will be boys
Cited every time a sister is devoured
YOU ARE READING
Of Monsters and Magic
PoetryInstead of milk and honey, it's blood and bird bones. Fuck Forgiveness. We're going to taste blood in our mouths as we rip the monsters apart with our teeth. A collection of poems.
