Poetry & Art

Why Lavender is Brown

I’ve casted spells you could only dream.
I’ve summoned Spirit

made mountains quake.
stopped waterfalls.

at 9 I could apparate.

I’ve traded secrets with the devil.

Cured your demons.
kissed He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named
before he became what he became.

My magic doesn’t have a name.
And my spells ain’t for free.

Girl,
Harry Potter’s got nothing on me.

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by Sen Kathleen

I'm an overall content creator but put most of my energy into fiction and poetry. I realized, while studying to get my MFA, that despite my love for horror stories I have a knack at writing love poems - and everyone lives.

In my spare time catch me doing yoga, looking for exotic snacks, or petting my dog.


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