Ostara Poem

with apologies to the honorable & esteemed Shakespeare

inspired by an assignment from the Missing Witches, and the last poem on this podcast:

‘tis time, ‘tis time, we chant in rhyme

The world awakes, the flowers rise

and what do we see before our eyes?

Something gracious this way comes

with fingers dainty, nails all done

she opens locks and beckons hearts

frees them simply, from body they part

abusers never seen again,

gone and gone, from all the realm.

‘tis time, ‘tis time, we chant in rhyme

Something wildly this way comes

woven fates trailing from her thumbs

when Spring arises from the dead

bones tied with hair upon her head

click-clack, click-clack, the moving loom

will weft and warp lift the gloom.

‘tis time, ‘tis time, we chant in rhyme

Something hopeful this way comes

sprung from the ground, says make it fun

lifts up her skirt, shakes out the mud

spits out a tooth, wipes off the blood

yells “All you fuckers bound to lose!”

We the people, she’s our muse.

tis time, ‘tis time, we chant in rhyme

Something gracious this way comes

with fingers dainty, makes them succumb

sweltered venom she pours for their fall

Snake Goddess’ gift to survivors all.

‘Tis time, ‘tis time, we chant in rhyme

to welcome Spring as Hekate’s child

gracious, light, and eternally wild.