A Spell To Make A Woman.
By Catt Kingsgrave
Hair of honeyed Meadowsweet,
Bloom of Rose upon the cheek,
Violet's depth to weigh the eyes
As blue as any summer skies,
Lilies for the span of breast,
And Lotus rare to sweet the breath.
Bone be hewn of white Ash wood,
And Poppies red to fire the blood,
The Willow's grace her form to light,
And Orchid lips to bloom at night,
Proud Iris in the lift of head,
And let her name be Blodduedd.