Softly the name is whispered, her name
Her scent lays gently on the breeze.
The hanging arms of the willow hide her
As she kneels in pray.
The wildlife watch on, enraptured
They know she prays for their safety.
She asks for the knowledge to care
To nurture the trees and the like.
The billabong’s waters ripple
The ghosts of aborigines seem to chant,
As if in agreement to her wish
Their music eerily heard in the distance
Yes the whisper spreads over the land
All that care, all that feel, hear it.
Her name you ask, who is this gem
It is Lady Australis, Wiccan Witch.
A contest entry
- i need a new name by Lady Australis.
700 points, ended April 16, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i love this
thankyou so much for entering
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