As the season of witching commences, let us never forget - women, not witches

This beautiful art is by the fabulous Maxine Vee.

THE WITCH WOUND

They call it the witch wound.
We were punished you see, broken, slain, for shining too brightly.

So

Ever felt an angel's breath in the gentle breeze?

A teardrop in the falling rain?

Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves?

Or been kissed by a lone snowflake?

Nature is an angel's favourite hiding place.

~ Carrie Latet