Witchy Women

Witchy Women by Valerie Parente

Every woman
is a witch
full of magic
she just needs to
realize it.

We have a sixth sense
called intuition.

We mix and match potions
so our skin glistens.

We are guided by empathy
when we make decisions.

We played with dolls to understand
the human condition.

We go through phases like the moon
and its positions.

We scare the men of the world
with our predictions.

We possess a heavenly portal
to create children.

We pass wisdom from mother to daughter
like it’s tradition.

And we do it with all our heart
and its conviction.

– Valerie Parente (10-31-2026)

Incantations

Incantations by Valerie Parente

Where there is language, there is a pulse
and my pain is copyrighted on my tongue
maybe that’s why I’ve learned to love
the distinct taste of my own blood.

We made symbols for what we were hearing
we strung those symbols together to create meaning
we morphed meanings with rhyme and reason
until we made something to believe in.

They’re called spells for witches
they’re religion for linguistics
for poets, something mystic
God only knows the difference.

We speak these conditions
carefully into existence
the universe’s heuristics
have no concept of distance.

The rhymes and their placement
passed down generations
the craft of narration
in all its incantations.

Weak men call it a dark art
when women have wisdom to impart
from the larynx it departs
to the rhythm of their heart.

It’s a craft, nonetheless
but there’s nothing nefarious
it’s when we use our dialect
that it’s the ultimate catharsis.

– Valerie Parente (10-14-2026)

A Wordsmith, The Original Spellcaster

A Wordsmith, The Original Spellcaster by Valerie Parente

Words.
They are magic spells.
That’s why they call it spelling
when you string these symbols together
and create meaning out of them
to cast what’s inside your head out into the atmosphere
to evoke emotions and reactions out of your peers.

The wordsmith,
the original spellcaster.
The poet,
the witch of language pastures.
The scholar,
the sage becoming a master.
The linguist
the manipulator of matter.
Free speech,
the enchantment we must look after.

– Valerie Parente (3-23-2025)

Dear Darkling

Dear Darkling by Valerie Parente

You are the symbol of pain becoming beauty
featherless wings
hope withstanding mood swings
sprouting from a spine
where stance is a nuisance
so you arch your back
like the moon and its exuberance
and though you come from the aether
your experience is human;
so fear not, dear darkling
you have become the blueprint
of finding beauty in darkness
now the teacher, once the student.

As above, you knew your worth
so below, you went and proved it.

– Valerie Parente (10-26-2024)

Water Into Wine

Water Into Wine by Valerie Parente

Since the day Celine was born
she had the shadows on her mind,
drawn to the dark arts,
the antithesis to the light.

She turned to witchcraft
where she could dictate her own life
where there’s solace without man
and age is the measure of being wise.

The witch attended the sabbath
unafraid of what she might find
but that all changed
at the stroke of midnight.

An incubus himself
who was not inherently unkind
on the contrary, he was enticing
and he took advantage of her pride.

Hissing, “Through hell or high water,
I’ll be by your side.”
So the young witch taught herself
how to turn water into wine.

Though she could ward off evil
she was called ungodly in others’ eyes
for the church said, “You must be sober,
when you pray to the divine.”

Therein lied to greatest dilemma,
the finest of fine lines
between intoxication and medication
and to that she was blind.

Some people are predisposed
to a magic so clandestine,
destined to make the most
of the occult despite its crimes.

Celine always had a darkness in her
and for that, she had to at least try
to manipulate hell on the surface
before hell ruptured from inside.

The witch could feel a piece of heaven
in the potions fermented over time
but there’s no such thing as heaven
without a hell, she realized.

– Valerie Parente (2-10-2024)

WITCH

WITCH by Valerie Parente

If I was held accountable
for all my INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS
they’d burn me at the stake
then call it an ACT of GOD.

– Valerie Parente (11-1-2022)