C.L.Lloyd

the poetry.

  • SAD AND SACRED

    Villains often come dressed as saints,know this and act accordingly.Leave neon arrows notched in signposts for fellow travelers,traversing the cosmos. It is okay to be sad and sacred,blooming out of spite,so seekers know the differencebetween gold and the lyingdust of pyrite. I can tell, you’ve never kneltby the crossroads at midnight,or carried the dirt of… Read more

  • A Witch, Always

    I’ve never been more of a witch, than I am now, in this moment, named and claimed, written in fat, bold, capital letters across my heart.  And it beats, it beats in time with rageof the day I once thought you could teach me anything. I’ve got more magick in my teeth than you’ll ever have running through hierarchies. You bow to the… Read more

  • BE AMARANTH

    So, it begins. From here, I’ll write bold and mighty, wringing the turning cloth of my sacred robe, until Magick sings my name. My kingdom’s worth its weight in gold, here, and on the astral. I’ll whisper the keys that unlock doors youcould never dream, I’ll run my scythe over the bits that have become… Read more

  • Call Home The Witches

    I enter the astral, walk gently across the mirror bridge, to stare death and life, winter and spring, in her beautiful face. May she grant me her well wishes for what may come next. Her scythe moves above, singing songs into the wind, her red string weaving, weaving the heavy fates. The fire growing, burning… Read more

  • Azure blue

    Pass through into night, as the moon rests on the azure blue petals of flowers that open to greet you. Oh, isn’t it you?Master of Thebes, who walks amongst the living, speaking strange enchantments into the hearts of men still unknowing. Khepri turns the globe, glowing smooth up the howling East. Pleasure, joy rapture in… Read more

  • NEW DESERTS

    Clock my magick eyesthat have dared to dream new realms, those open desertswhere my lion’s paw steps with ease.  I’ve come to claim my demons, to lay within the night,knowing it was nevermine to quit but love, and love again in will’s embrace.  Fashioning rituals with heavy perfume, bringing the sense to dance in the astral circle, moving clear through the rules you keep.  See my… Read more

  • DOWN AT THE FOOD BANK

    the lines are longand stretch downthe street. when you getinside, there’sa waiting roomwith chairs andfree books. all the booksare the self-helptype. titles like‘the power ofpositive thinking.’ boy, do we thinkpositively,as the ladiesfill our cart. two bags ofmacaroni,one box ofpowered mashpotatoes,three cans ofbeans. imagine thefeast! we makemagic out ofnon-perishables. walking back homethrough the slush,two bags undereach… Read more

  • WE’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE

    the bills are piling up again, but that’s okay, we’ve been herebefore. old veterans of poverty,the highs when it’s good andthe fridge is half full, and the lightshave stayed on for weeks.and the lows, the lows,when the collection notices come,and the cupboards are bare,and you’ve got to decide betweenthe heat or the electric bill. it’s… Read more

  • A PLACE LIKE THAT

    some nights, wedrive uptowninto the privatecul-de-sacsand stare at the big houses.their windowsbright with theorange glowof finer things we trace ourfingertips overthe rooftopsuntil the tilesdissolve intothe midnightblue. and dream the way dreamersdo with anapartmentfit for two. i turn to youand say,“but whatwould we dowith a placelike that?”“we’d neverkeep up onthe cleaning,”you reply. we laugh, driving offlooking… Read more

  • EVERY GREEN THING

    when you lay me in the black earth, do not grieve for me –do not weep for me – know in the still of your heartthat the pine roots stretch to meet me. that every green thing sings my name, while the rivers rise with heavy rain, and you will see me once again, as… Read more