Some witches were burned
But far more were buried – lost
Till moonlit tides turn
Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
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Gosh this was extreme powerful! Well done!
I like this. So simple yet meaningful <3
Such a punch with so few syllables 🤜
Supposedly to save their souls. In reality, to protect the status quo & power structures in place. The return of the Sanderson sisters? Will someone be lighting a black candle? No, patriarchy will finally come to an end. But what will replace it?
this is so powerful. well done!
great poem Joelle
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Comments (6)
Gosh this was extreme powerful! Well done!
I like this. So simple yet meaningful <3
Such a punch with so few syllables 🤜
Supposedly to save their souls. In reality, to protect the status quo & power structures in place. The return of the Sanderson sisters? Will someone be lighting a black candle? No, patriarchy will finally come to an end. But what will replace it?
this is so powerful. well done!
great poem Joelle