Vocaloid Jaspis
witchmother

My mothers cottage is dark
windows empty aflame
candles poke to the sky
like fingers bent with age

short wigs curl hardened by the cold
sutty drips sit like tears
that have forgotten to fall
how could she fall ? how ?

I was under the root of the oak
when they lashed her long hair to the cart
and dragged her to the town to burn
she was calm
she went in silence

when I was a child my mother scooped the moon
out of a pond with her hands
she let me touch her face and kiss
the moons cold lips

my mother had never seen the sea
but she told of wales making love
she told me how they held
how their heads
would emerge from the waves

My mothers cottage is dark
I do not touch her book of shadows
i leave her wistle of alder
I weep myself to sleep
until there's silence

(original Lyrics by Katie Metcalfe)