Webs of Woven Words, Threads, Stitches and Enchantments

Friday, October 12, 2012

Hallows Everyday 12

"Season of the Crone"
Poem by Gerina Dunwitch

Crone of Samhain's spellbound cold,
in Her cauldron of black are told
secrets ancient, truths and tales:
mystery Her light unveils.

She is wisdom, She is changes:
time and space She rearranges.
In Her hands, the card of Death,
for transformation is Her breath.

Crone of Samhain, Grandmother wise,
look into Her gargoyle eyes.
Let Her lessons teach you well:
life is but a magick spell.

Blessings nine!


  1. Oh my, I have never read this before. I am overwhelmed with this poem's enchantment.....thank you. And the photo is delightful. Oma Linda

  2. It is wonderful, isn't it. Don't know what Gerina is up to these day, but she was a prolific writer at one time, always loved her poetry. And that photo! Snagged from Facebook. Glad you like the post. XO

  3. What a lovely poem! Thanks for posting it.

  4. You're welcome, Paulette, thanks for reading. XO