Dance widdershins

To enter the land of Faerie.

Every turn on the journey,

From the Oak to the hearth,

Is widdershins

 

If your milk turns sour

Don’t be so sure that the date has expired

Make restoration with sweet gifts at you door

Never undervalue the  unseen

Turn all the angles, dance widdershins

 

The gate may be by your own front door

And the path that turns and twines in the wood

Follow the soft breeze at dusk

And the owls hoot

Faced with a choice,  turn widdershins

 

That sound at your window at night

Isnt a twig, tap tap tapping

It’s a small finger and a flutter of wings

Don’t be deluded

Turn in your bed, widdershins