Witch Fire [poem by Una Shaw, February 1922]

[Editor: This poem by Una Shaw was published in Birth: A Little Journal of Australian Poetry (Melbourne, Vic.), February 1922.]

Witch Fire.

The night was hushed
The trees were black and still,
The moon was burnt with witch fire
As she came o’er the hill.

The black trees nodded,
Though all winds were still,
Bowing to the witch moon
Climbing the hill.

All save the olive,
A dark tree and still,
Bowed to the witch moon
Up on the hill.

— Una Shaw.

Source:
Birth: A Little Journal of Australian Poetry (Melbourne, Vic.), February 1922, p. 17 (1st page of this issue)

Editor’s notes:
o’er = (archaic) over (pronounced the same as “oar”, “or”, and “ore”)