witch feels

thicketwitch:

some days my magick is peppermint. some days my magick is sharp and polished. some days my magick is neat deliberate cursive handwriting with my best black pens. some days my magic is precision, a spell like a needle, a sharp force of mending and order

some days my magick is cinnamon . some days my magick is warm and spiced. some days my magick is a hot drink between your palms, and a rosiness in your cheeks. some days my magick brings blood to cold fingers. some days my magic is taurean, some days my magick celebrates the pleasures of the hearth

some days my magick is lavender. some days my magick is hazey and gauzy. some days my magick intoxicates people into drowsiness, lulls them with the sound of distant wind chimes and nudges them to come to rest with me here in this world i’ve made of goose down

some days my magic is sandalwood. some days my magick is dark purple and glittering. some days my magick sounds like dust being blown off the top of an old book; some days my magick has the texture of a wink. some days my magick, coyly promises, but never reveals such wonders