I rescued this story from my Substack to put it on my blog…where it belongs. ❤ I used to see the old woman on my walks in the morning with my dog, Bailey. She always sat on a bench in the park by herself, the light of the rising sun catching the hem of her... Continue Reading →
Good morning! I'm posting here to let you know that I now have a Substack newsletter! My Substack is free but cups of tea are encouraged if you like what I write. My newsletter will consist of paranormal short stories, folklore and mythology, tea recipes, poetry, and all things witchcraft and Paganism. I will still... Continue Reading →
She splits the inky surface, broken glass that mends when She descendsInto dark depths.Queen of algae that graces the rocky bottom of Her palace,A hearth that nourishes Her Kingdom in the rocks. Her tide kisses the shore before the ebb, teasing the sand as pipers scurryIn Her wake.Immense waves crest with foaming mouths as She... Continue Reading →
Deep drum beats and a bass line that Arouses my steps under dark clouds;I skip through puddles to a beat that isMagickal, that only the wailing of a guitar brings.The zealot in me raises her face to the wind,Ice blots the morning apples of her cheeksAnd freezes her to the bone; but there is a... Continue Reading →
I used to be so wild. A little girl with fantastic worlds in her head where she played the main character, usually as the witch, making potions with pond water and algae as the minnows danced around her spell work. Where did that young witch go? I grew up and left her in the woods... Continue Reading →
She is an infernoWith flames from Her fingers.Her bones are kindling forHer own fuel.She leaves embers in Her footfalls,Smoke with every breath.Burning bridges and eating the ashes,She grazes on the fields of Her past. Palms that produce white-hot magma, And you harden under Her grasp.She is a wild fire that consumes the hearth of your... Continue Reading →
Two nights ago, I drowned. It’s one of my worst fears, to drown in dark water and not knowing what lurks around me as I struggle to break through the surface. I didn’t experience the drowning, though, only dreamed it, but even in the dream I didn’t feel myself dying. There were pictures of me... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 