More Witchy Stuff

This time, a figurine

She came to me today.

Dark, small as my little finger.

Naked, shiny.

Hair, long, dark, and wild.

Pearlescent white

Where Her belly should be.

She gleamed

At the crossroads nearby

Priest of Mercury driving past

I gave acknowledgment

And thanks for Her delivery.

Now back home

Amid my tools -

Rune dice, astro dice,

Witch runes,

Mala beads.

Gao amulet bearing

Inscriptions to silent gods.

Rings screaming connection

To occult currents.

Now it is time

To charge Her

To strengthen and firm up

Her etheric sheath

And prepare Her to aid me

In what I need to do.

She is alive.

Magic is afoot.

And She will speak

At the crossroads

In my heart

In the wind,

And in the thunder.