A #poem for #BabaJaga

Oh little house, little house
Turn your front to me
Turn your back to the forest
Lower your chicken legs so I may enter.

Oh grandmother
Baba jaga
Bony leg
Loosen your nose from the ceiling.

I ask for food
For drink
For a place to rest my head
For your blessing.

I come not fleeing a deed
But doing a deed
I come to you by free will
Not compulsion.

Gather your sisters
The baba jagas
From youngest to oldest
Grant me your wisdom.

Link to my blog post of the poem: https://thunderwitchofthewoods.wordpress.com/2022/10/07/baba-jaga/

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