Witchfinder

Catch a witch in Epping high; Herbs in basket passing by.

Ghosts of women in her eye; A chance for ancestors to say goodbye.

The cold of yesterday’s murder catches the fancy of this tattooed queen
with big brown eyes; Her curves her throne.

Feathered in nature high and alone; her dream yet she cellulites all that is vulnerable
in strength and child scream.

Watch her dance across moods of morbid and magic.

She is wild woman; She is spell; She is hidden; She is seen 

in peacock blue; wiccan black and;  green.

Nicoletta      28.06.2016