Enchantress Old Crone Poem by Jo R. Escher

Quietly she will wait

Transfixed eyes filled with ravens dust

Persistent voices sing out to her

Teaching wisdom of circles past

She has known, for a very long time



The leaves drip autumn red

They dance in welcome of winter harvest

Blood entanglements bind long ones past

Snowflakes mingle in faceless crowds



Silently she will wait

Her eyes focus on the enchanted dream

Surrendering to whispers hazed in secret

Submission becomes the fantasy of charm

She has been, for a very long time



Moonlight shadows illuminate form

Through her hands this mystery has passed

She steps within spheres of unknown worlds

Followed by the footprints of angels

Crying out to be believed...

2003