Hi Alexandra,
Not sure if I've commented on any of yours before, but just wanted to pop in and echo other's comments. I really enjoyed this.
For the sake of critique, I'll add one nit:
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stack up the witch-kid lot
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This portion of the poem and the use of 'witch-kid' threw me out of the poem some. The rest of the poem has me in a kind of magic, ethereal atmosphere, but it feels like witches belong in a different poem. And even the phrase 'witch-kid' itself was a bit confounding.
I guess I'm getting a kind of light, positive, atmospheric sense from everything in the poem but witches, which feel like they introduce something slightly more ominous. But then, now as a I re-read the poem they might be central to what you're trying to convey, so YMMV.
Maybe it's just the phrase 'witch-kid' itself. There's something about it, not sure what that thing is.