Poetry: Mischa Willett
Medea’s Hymn from Ovid O guardian of the dark, keeper of creeping shadows, o night I’m standing in… And you, timid stars, who wait for her arrival to shine… And you, Hecate, Hecate, Hecate, who knows and keeps the herbal secrets, the potion’s potency, the rites of sorcery… And you, Earth, who grows the elements, … Read more