Gabrielle Lord: Willowwitch
Willowwitch
Willowwitch weaves her streaming hair
White hands fashion a willow snare
A secret smile on her cold, cold lips
Green ropes flow from her fingertips
Leafy ribbons of green and gold
Fall to flow on the river cold
Leafy garlands of gold and green
Fall to flow on the willow stream
In a tangle of leaves the maiden drifts
Upstream or down as the eddy shifts
With willowy snarls her limbs are bound
Fair floats the hair of the maiden drowned.
Willowwitch weaves her leaves afresh
With elfin craft her willow mesh
Her new snare floats near the treacherous shoal
Like a jewel from her throat hangs the maiden’s soul.
Gabrielle Lord
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