the spell

there at her table

in soft candlelight

she peers at her crystal

and scries

her chalice and athame

gleam in the night–

she is young

but incredibly wise

she sees a dark man

who had murdered his wife

and is hiding inside some motel

so she calls on the goddess

the giver of life

for the power she needs

for a spell

she takes up her clay

and she makes a small doll

then she binds it with thread

and a knot

she draws down the moon

and looks into the ball

and she calls for the man

to be caught

she won’t cast a spell

that would hurt anyone

but she will ask

that justice be done

she knows to do harm

would be harming herself

for we all are connected

as one