Self-Taught Witch by Elizabeth Creith

Self-Taught Witch
by Elizabeth Creith


When my cat went missing,
I worked my strongest finding spell
- all-out, no holds barred.
But spells need limits; who knew?

Pyewackett came home.
Pens, odd socks, rings, keys, rain constantly from my ceilings.
Lost spirits drift in my hall.
I don't mind them - much.
It's the lost hopes weeping that
keep me awake.