C.L.Lloyd

the poetry.

Witchcraft

  • 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

  • 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

  • How Much Rage It Takes To Be This Soft

    Do you crave my wisdom like the salt sea air? Full of ancient riddles, knowing forgotten lands, thick with symbols of the first night on earth. Before the dawn broke and the battles waged, before the relief of light. When you thought fear only lingered in the dark. Before your heart jumped at the shadows… Read more