Sisters.
Fire, Wind, Water and Earth
In all your names and guises
Light the watch towers
Hold back the night
I ask cover from all quarters
Bless this Circle and
We within.
Sometimes, all you can do is stitch until you glitch.
When I get stuck for words (any writer who says it doesn't happen is lying) I pick up needle and thread. This time, I took up stitching the text with no thought to design or readability.
Just scribbling. I should probably consign thus to the flames. (The spell made it to the printed page.)
2 comments:
Deb~ Love what you wrote and your lettering stitching is grand!
nooooo ... not to the fire! I would happily be its caretaker until you miss it and want it back (I can pay rent)
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