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under the red moon
we walked the same
dreamscapes, you
and i shared our
thoughts beneath its
light, our words whispered
red into the air, it
kissed your lips and
told you stories of
the heroes in the stars
while they crept
closer to the moon,
seeking out its warmth.
the stories hadn’t
mentioned how cold
it was up there,
but their lips quivered
and their words whispered
white into the air.

under the red moon
we lived the same
dreamscapes, we
knew it was only
temporary, a state
of mind, but there
we were at one
with each other,
here i could speak
to the stars
and i didn’t want
to leave them all
alone, i knew the
biting cold of the
black night sky,
knew what the trick
of time sought to hide
with its skirts, what
the heroes sought to hide
behind its masks but
you pulled at my arm
and told me it was
time to go.  

under the red moon
i offered my sun
to the stars,
there was a hole in
the sky and i thought
i might fit, i held
my hand out to you,
told you to come with
me, that they were
so cold, their fires
long gone out,
their light decaying,
bodies fragmented
from a time long ago
when heroes walked
outside of dreams,
but you weren’t
interested in dreams
when you had somewhere
else to be.

under the red moon,
i watch you
walk the dreamscapes,
the stars cling to me
seeking my warmth,
and i look down
from the evening sky,
whispering red into
the air, telling you
stories from the sky,
they listen, and
sometimes i think
you do too.
i have lain here
for nights on end
trying to make sense of the stars

mama never did teach
me how to read
the patterns in the skies,
what reason did i have
to look up
when the fairy lights
we hung
were so pretty
if i wanted constellations
i could take a pen
and map out the spots
on my skin

mama never did teach
me how to dream,
what need could there be
when hers were already
big enough for
the both of us
to share
i could look up
and count the stars
in her night skies
and never worry about
my own

mama never did teach
me how to walk
tall, keep my back up
straight, with her chin
raised high she
looked right past
my crooked posture
and in to
her future,
i stood straight
in her visions,
it was all she needed
to see

i think she tried
i think she gave it
her best
i think she gave her
self better
and i’m still trying to make
sense of the stars
unsure of whose they even are
anymore
madameber Jun 26
one
breathe
you may not realise it
but you’ve stepped into new lands
and life is different here
you are different here

you’d thought the sun
had kissed you before
but it did not love you
like it did this place
the people here had
felt its arms wrapped
around their bodies
for generations,
its light imprinted in
their skin like melanin,
the same light
you’d seen shine
from your mother’s hands

you’d thought the sun
had kissed you once before
but you were different,
your light was dimmer,
harder to recognise
and even the sun wasn’t
sure you were its kin,
had to look twice
before it realised
your blood but you
remained a stranger
all the same

two
the way you talk is wrong
your words too delicate
your voice too soft
your speech without music

you’d thought your tongue
was universal, had been
both understood and mis before,
but you were the cub of a lioness
and didn’t know how to roar,
no pride would take
you in when you
mewled like a kitten
and no sunlight shone
from your skin

you’d thought your tongue
was no different to
your mother’s, but hers
never worked the same
when you spoke it,
never quite connected
to its audience, so
you stopped trying,
turned to the moon instead
and gave it your confession
the only way you knew how,
it told you you spoke just fine

three
you think somewhere else
things will be different
you don’t remember
it has always been this way

your family never once
pointed out the intricacies
of your branches to you,
why you matched neither
your father’s roots nor your
mother’s veins, but had blossomed
something different, something new,
and why that would ever matter,
your family never thought
about these things, never
talked about such things,
they just wanted you
to speak plain

your family never once
explained how home would
be new to you, how home
wouldn’t really be like home
after all, because home didn’t
welcome you like it should have,
didn’t greet you right, hold you
tight in its arms and make you feel
like you belonged, because you
were different, and it didn’t
recognise you for a moment
or two

one
breathe
you may not realise it
but you’ve stepped into new lands
and life is different here
and you are different here
one to start a collection of self-reflection, perhaps, if it comes willingly
madameber Sep 2018
mothers, your mothers,
and great grandmothers,
join us in spirit this night
follow the sound of our voices,
seek our fire and its light.
we’ve summoned the flames
now we call out your names,
dear ancestors, hold on tight
to this blood which bonds us,
come forth from beyond as
the moon comes into sight.
daughters, sisters gathered close,
bring forth the herbs
you treasure most
for these women
we have come to host,
we’ll roll their hearts’ delight
and ease the burden on their bones
as we carry on their fight
they’ll guide us, advise us,
stand their ground beside us
while we reclaim our birthright,
a world in which we rule the day
just as we rule the night.
Bitchcraft.

the fifth poem
madameber Sep 2018
witch, a world exists
outside your self
you may see another
in need of help, of
protection from those
with the evil eye,
sending demons and humans
alike to try to
tear this soul down,
to do them harm,
for these times you
can provide a charm,
a candle lit as the
sun sinks low
will guard this soul
from all its foes
who seek to curse it
in the night
they’ll be powerless to
your candlelight
Bitchcraft.

the fourth spell
madameber Sep 2018
for those days
when the world’s weight
lies heavy on your lungs
and the knots in your back
simply can’t be undone
by your tired fingers,
the aching lingers,
and your body can
go on no longer,
you mustn’t fret
you’re not to blame
for the demons
clutching to your frame
******* all your
energy away
you simply forgot
you were stronger.
their jabs, your pains
won’t keep you still,
witch, you were
born with iron will
your body may bleed
but they can’t ****
the spirit you hold inside.
focus, witch, and close your eyes,
concentrate on where the pain lies,
and use the power
you have at hand
your knots will unwind
at your command
the demons will flee
and your body shall be free
to leave the world’s weight behind
Bitchcraft.

the third spell
madameber Sep 2018
girl, when did you let
your love leave you?
did you think that there
was nothing you could do
about your sweet imperfections
the focus of your obsessions
that make you wish to be born anew?
girl, why do you shrink
from your mother’s touch?
have you lost your faith,
think it won’t do much
good on you, her sweet child,
too broken for prayer
she’d tried to raise a witch
but you only see failure
girl, open your eyes
and clear your head
why not give yourself
some warmth instead.
use ******, mint and cardamom,
honey and a stick of cinnamon,
to concoct a sweet brew
that will return to you
the love which you are due.
Bitchcraft.

the second spell
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