A Witch with a Hoodoo Heart

Poetry

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My spirit ancestor
The matriarch of the sun
Seer of the past, present, and future
She was the center of the universe
Plucked the eyes from Equus
Made Zeus thunder across the sky
Spoke ancient Hebrew in tongues
Knew when trouble started before it began
Could sniff a wildfire before it burns
Born of free will; never domesticated
Navigated the fork in the road
A goddess of intuition, a medium for the dead
A loving witch with a hoodoo heart
Died in an airtight wooden box
Her ashes spread over the seas of time
She is my archetype, my wisdom
Her madness, my passion.

© 2021 Mark Tulin