Mugwort Harvest

The mugwort was finally ready for harvest today. Considering I have meetings early tomorrow morning, I decided to gather before the moon reaches her fullest. As I worked, a sort of poetic prayer took form. I actually paused to scribble it out. I hope you enjoy it.

Plucked with finger
Snipped with love
Pruned with sing-song
Sung above

Drop of red blood
Splash of tea
Magic flower
Come with me

Plunged in water
Bound up tight
Dance with me in
Lunar light

By M. A. Phillips

Published by M. A. Phillips

An author and Druid living in Northern NY.

2 thoughts on “Mugwort Harvest

  1. I read this earlier,and tried to comment, but had a few issues with the phone. So, I found your poetry excellent. I could visualize everything you described. Have you thought about collecting your verses, and perhaps publishing them as a collection ? I know I would by a volume,as I have worn my other books of poetry out. Just a thought.

    1. Oh wow! That’s truly a compliment. I’m so glad you liked it! Perhaps someday, though this poem is more likely to end up in one of my fiction books as if another character wrote it. 😀

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