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.


Love this!
Oooooooh 💞💅