Ezevia Rose, HPS

A Self Portrait

Self Poetry

A young girl once stood

with an elder

upon the ground. To learn

The ways of dirt

From soil to root

Plant and flower

Stem and leaf

The healing ways.

As youth the ways

One can discover come to hover

With animals all around

Beasts small and large did surround

To teach one of the ground

Motherhood came to call

Earthly ways stood still

As calls and cries of babe did call

And came to shake her will

Now late in years

Her plants grow strong

Used in medicinal ways

Her animals

And children call

In and around her hearth

And heart each day

Lighting the inner fire of her way.

Preparation has begun for

Earths bright dawn

The Witch does begin to

Think with each foot that begins the day

Sinking feet in dirt

Sink

Deep

Dark

Darkened with dirt

I ask myself

When will I move on

Where will I go

Who will I be.

Now I am Witch

April 2006