under her eye

luna

Dancing to the Full Moon by @ananovaes.art on Instagram

beneath the mother moon,
in the thin of the veil,
the wild witch begins her dance.

with bare skin swathed in alabaster
and wild hair full of stars,
she twirls through the wheat —
accompanied only by the choir
of katydids in distant trees. 
they sing a hymn of eternal devotion
while the scent of myrrh lingers
in the warm air of night.
she raises weary eyes to the sky
and basks in the magick
of the plenilune.

though she is without coven,
a true wild witch knows
she is never alone.