A Dream for Lammas

** this piece was created as part of a writing prompt assignment within Danielle Dulsky’s Witches of the Word Coven. Check out all of Danielle’s offerings at The Hag School **

When first harvest looms, the banshee wails from somewhere before time marked the journey of the seasons.

She sings an old song that spills over a golden sunset, a haunted melody called Forgotten.

I raise my hood and walk westward into Autumn’s arms, unblinking, into my next once upon a time story.

To a place where my new name is like nectar on the tongue of the last dragonfly.

There, the mist is thick with ghosts and the remnants of old words, and I scatter their ashes along the red road.

I hide hope under my cloak where she is safe to grow during what is to come.

The hidden hags thrum their sacred songs as I pass their doorway, and they welcome the unexpected dew with their tattered hands.

The full moon rises and into the first chill of Change and I whisper my greetings to the guardians of that hidden staircase I know so well.

Not yet, I murmur into the blackness. Not just yet…

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*this piece was created as part of a writing prompt assignment within the Witches of the Word Coven at The Hag School