The Foolish

The Foolish
By Karina Young
April 2009

To the Foolish;
Take a deer from the forest and loose your way on the land.
Take a fish from the water and be drowned by the current.
Take a bird from the sky and be crushed by the winds.
Take a flame from the fire and be suffocated by the ash.

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Waiting

Waiting
By Karina Young
8 May 2009

I’ve been waiting
Since I was the egg
That broke open to become the bird
Since I was the bird
That dropped from my beak the seed
Since I was the seed
That nestled into the soil and grew to be the tree

I’ve been waiting
Oh how the ages have been waiting
As I’ve been waiting
To find me.

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Separate poem?

I’m still waiting
Till the tree falls to the ax
Till the wood is fed to the fire
Till the ash is swept away
Till the wind picks up my powdered remains
To fly along with the breeze
And greet the skies with a kiss.
I’m still waiting.

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Journey to the Underworld

Journey to the Underworld
By Karina Young
12 May 2009

Anointed with the salve of flight
Riding my broom, quite a sight
Masked to mark me as their own
The secrets of this world to me are shown
I go to HER
The Dame
The Frau
Just ask me and I’ll show you how
To meet the initiator of rebirth
To then come back flying through the hearth.

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The Crossing

I have been interested in Hedge Witchery for a bit now but have not allowed myself to actually REALLY try to "Cross the Hedge." I share a room and have a house full of people always moving around and therefore not a whole lot of time or peace to try. Plus I keep wondering if I am really ready or not. I am still young. I've got plenty of time. But I can't help but be inspired by the idea and other people's experiences. Here is one of the poems I have been writing within the last few months on the subject. Enjoy. :]

The Crossing
By Karina Young
April 2009

Ride the Broom, Ride the Hare
To the lands below, Hel is waiting there.
Ride the Wolf, Ride the Moon
The time is now and not a moment too soon.
Ride the Runes, Ride the Breeze
And soon you’ll cross with ease.

Copyright Karina A. Young