Poetry by me...
Hi, I'm Charl (they/them) - nonbinary trans nerd. D&D. Fantasy. Games. Social commentary. Art. Food. Poetry. Feminism. Witchcraft. Atheism. More art. Occasionally inflicting you with piano or even worse my singing. Giving heed to the conspiracy that all cutlery is secretly listening to us planning on taking over the world... or something.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Birdsong
she had turned sixteen
when she got her first broom
a witch she was, through-and-through
with herbs growing outside her room
and the birds would come whispering
loving letters in her ears
from her long lost love who drowned
beneath the lake of tears
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