Jacks and Toms
by Ruby Sara
it is a fallacy that all witches are women yes, they are earth and silt-savage, and their ice-shock eyes are proof against curses, but you must be careful — they know things — they've planted henbane in their wild gardens, sowing the sweet harebell, and whistling for their love him, in that wide-brimmed hat, the man who manipulates the hayfork with a cat's grace, may be one — they are difficult to sniff out, with their dark, transparent smell: cave's water and bay smoke or the very elusive musk of the wolf spider
Ruby Sara has been and sometimes is a storyteller, a poet, and a theologian. She is the editor of two anthologies of esoteric poetry published by Scarlet Imprint, as well as a regular columnist and blogger for Witches and Pagans magazine. Her poetry has appeared most recently in Eternal Haunted Summer and Goblin Fruit. Ruby lives in Austin, Texas with her intrepid spouse and their demon-monkey-cat, Pinky.
And when it comes to cherries and poetry, Pablo Neruda will always be first and foremost in her thoughts, with that most breathless and swoon-worthy of phrases... I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
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