Art by Maartje van Dokkum/Mary Feywood

“Én vagyok a boszorkány az út végén

Az egyik a gyógynövényekkel
Vagy amit te "minden gaznak" hívsz
Emlékezz arra, hogyan gyógyultam meg
A barátod egy kis útifűvel
És az a nagy nadálytő”

Igen, a Fekete nadálytő segített a csontjaimat gyorsabban összeforrni, mikor frontális ütközéses balesetem volt.

I'm the witch at the end of the road
The one with the medicine plants
Or what you call “all the weeds”
Remember though how I healed
Your friend with a bit of plantain
And that big ol’ leaf of comfrey

Purple shutters on a teal colored
House with a broom standing
Beside the front door with
Runes marks and carvings
Feathers of both Owl and Crow

Creations of a magickal blacksmith
Forged in fires of ancient alchemy
Stand guard and mark this space
As both protected and sacred

Come on, come through the gate
You know, the one wrapped in
Our lovely Passiflora Incarnata,
What you call passionflower

Do step gently as you pass through
This portal as the walk is lined
With many small beauty plants
Feel free to smell their heady
Aromas as you stroll on by

Did you see the garden with all
The medicine plants?

Can I name them?

Oh my, there’s Nettle and Motherwort,
More Plantain and St. John’s Wort,
Tulsi too so do stroke her gently and
Allow her essence to calm you

Don’t forget to say hi to Wood Betony,
Grandmother Mugwort and that healing
Winter balm, Monarda, aka Bee Balm

Oh look, there’s one of the cats
Right in the middle of the Catnip!
Oh and another one or two or three
Oh my, cats are going to be high
You know, stoned and sleepy

That’s ok though and all is well

Come, lets have that tea
And maybe a sweet treat
As we speak the words of
Ancient plant magick and
Ancestral knowings that
Stir this old black cauldron

Come, as we draw runes and cards
Creating an offering, a gift to Her

Listen to the wisdom of the plants,
Woodland 'shrooms and mycorrhizal fungi,
All holding the information of the ages
All offering the healing power of Gaia

Listen as She holds us in this sacred space
This place filled with ancient gnosis freely
Given to all with open hearts and minds

All gifts from the witch at the end of the road

The Witch at the End of the Road, ©Arlene Bailey 2024