She made her way through the balmy autumn evening. She was checking the store front windows for a sign. It was around her somewhere. Ah here we are. The new age Wicca and pagan emporium. Sounds like it would be the place she thought.
Meanwhile inside the ladies were gathering for their weekly meet. Tonight of course was the big one as it was Halloween night or samhain. They were all done up in their finest. Gowns and skirts of various autumnal hues, tingling with bells or sparkling with glitter. Daggers polished bright and wands of crystals amethyst quartz gathering at the circle out behind the shop in the small high walled courtyard.
All at once they grew silent as the jangle of the store shop door bells let them know someone else had entered. Someone else had come.
But we are all here
Who could it be?
I thought I locked the door
Maybe some last minute shoppers?
Let’s go see…
Oh my god, I mean goddess cried one.
What are you playing at said the shop owner?
You’ve got some nerve to come here to night.
Aren’t you a little old for trick or treat.
Well said the old woman sorry to be a bit late but I had a time finding the place. I just couldn’t track it down.
That’s not what we mean.
What then I was told witches were welcome here.
Yes but you’ve got to be
Kidding. Yeah look at you.
Even a wart on the end of your nose.
What said the old one?
Look I don’t know what you’re playing at but you can’t stay here looking like that.
You don’t like the way I look?
No that’s not it of course we think all wiccans should have green faces and warty noses, oh and the pointy hat and black over coat just priceless I suppose you have striped socks and ruby slippers.
Well what’s how I dress got to do with anything. You all don’t look to practical to me if I might be so bold.
We are true wiccans not some stereotypical throw back to Hollywood and trick or treat.
By the way where’s your broom?
Well I left it out side across the door way as is tradition.
Tradition what would you know.
Look we don’t have time for this you had your fun now go away.
You all seem to be rather rude to me not liking my face not liking my clothes
Well what did you expect, go on get out.
I expected some mutual respect. I expected perhaps some wiser tack that to insult those who aren’t like yourselves. I’m not used to such small minded witches…
What would you know of witches you don’t know a thing about the true religion…
Oh whatever it is I know or not, I can tell this is not the place for me.
Good they said now there’s the door. Imagine the nerve, go on good night.
So the old one left the jangling door announced her departure. And all the ladies rushed up, to see that she was gone once and for all. The one locked and double locked the door other peering out the windows between the official merchandise.
They saw sure enough she had a broom. Can you believe it a freaking broom? They saw her pick up the broom which sure enough had lain across the door stoop. And several ladies wet themselves with laughter while other grew quite indignant when they saw the old on walk down the stops and on the sidewalk straddle the broom but no one said a word none moved but all collectively drew and held a deep breath of pure amazement when the old one flew away.
She made her way through the balmy autumn evening. She was checking the store front windows for a sign. It was around her somewhere. Ah here we are. The new age Wicca and pagan emporium. Sounds like it would be the place she thought.
Meanwhile inside the ladies were gathering for their weekly meet. Tonight of course was the big one as it was Halloween night or samhain. They were all done up in their finest. Gowns and skirts of various autumnal hues, tingling with bells or sparkling with glitter. Daggers polished bright and wands of crystals amethyst quartz gathering at the circle out behind the shop in the small high walled courtyard.
All at once they grew silent as the jangle of the store shop door bells let them know someone else had entered. Someone else had come.
But we are all here
Who could it be?
I thought I locked the door
Maybe some last minute shoppers?
Let’s go see…
Oh my god, I mean goddess cried one.
What are you playing at said the shop owner?
You’ve got some nerve to come here to night.
Aren’t you a little old for trick or treat.
Well said the old woman sorry to be a bit late but I had a time finding the place. I just couldn’t track it down.
That’s not what we mean.
What then I was told witches were welcome here.
Yes but you’ve got to be
Kidding. Yeah look at you.
Even a wart on the end of your nose.
What said the old one?
Look I don’t know what you’re playing at but you can’t stay here looking like that.
You don’t like the way I look?
No that’s not it of course we think all wiccans should have green faces and warty noses, oh and the pointy hat and black over coat just priceless I suppose you have striped socks and ruby slippers.
Well what’s how I dress got to do with anything. You all don’t look to practical to me if I might be so bold.
We are true wiccans not some stereotypical throw back to Hollywood and trick or treat.
By the way where’s your broom?
Well I left it out side across the door way as is tradition.
Tradition what would you know.
Look we don’t have time for this you had your fun now go away.
You all seem to be rather rude to me not liking my face not liking my clothes
Well what did you expect, go on get out.
I expected some mutual respect. I expected perhaps some wiser tack that to insult those who aren’t like yourselves. I’m not used to such small minded witches…
What would you know of witches you don’t know a thing about the true religion…
Oh whatever it is I know or not, I can tell this is not the place for me.
Good they said now there’s the door. Imagine the nerve, go on good night.
So the old one left the jangling door announced her departure. And all the ladies rushed up, to see that she was gone once and for all. The one locked and double locked the door other peering out the windows between the official merchandise.
They saw sure enough she had a broom. Can you believe it a freaking broom? They saw her pick up the broom which sure enough had lain across the door stoop. And several ladies wet themselves with laughter while other grew quite indignant when they saw the old on walk down the stops and on the sidewalk straddle the broom but no one said a word none moved but all collectively drew and held a deep breath of pure amazement when the old one flew away.
Saturday the witches came haggard hoary bristly three and in the kitchen at the sink incanting charms and pantry spells resorted themselves to true beauty
and walking by the lake again cut bouquets of certain weeds grown only on forgotten graves taunted frogs with transformation lured from whispering reeds wood duck, heron, silent swan cupped and rubbed soft feathered chins left them fast asleep invisibly protected through the night
upon their fingers velvet bats sang busy beeping songs until blown away with kisses.
then made it back for midnight tea around the blazing fire wood rum, pale cakes, spiced ales nettle cheese, fresh sliced pumpkin, acorn soup, roast chestnuts honeyed mushrooms, steaming cups of coffee coco
and greeted right well all unknown travelers of the night but none so well as the stray tabby cat intent on playing catch the porch pixies bounded slid across the polished floor and before she could correct herself and flee? clear bowls of cream cooked river fish petted, stroked, and secret named til red cushion velvet by the fire purred herself to sleep
and on the first faint sign of sunrise a final toast of elderberry helped to do the tidy up before slightly stumbling up the stair to find their way beneath the duvets of my creaking bed
