C.L.Lloyd

the poetry.

witchcraft poem

  • Cosmic Mother

    I claim you as my cosmic mother, with your chunky rosary and platform shoes, casting runes from the shadows edge, laying cards to part the dark,sipping at the flower’s root.  Something in me knows you, reaches to meet you in the astral where kingdoms are prized possessions, decorated with hard-earned pain-frames, medicine filled, and gold-plated for days.  We bite down on mystery… Read more

  • 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