Witch: Fantasy Poem


Rather random prose poetry piece I did a while back that I rather enjoyed.

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Moonlight across tile floor.
Laughter hits lungs
Seizing, gripping.
Finding its way
to tie noose ‘round throat.

Witch.

They call her
Twisted mother
Talking to stones.
Trapped in her tower 
Never to return

Pulling strings
Whispering curses
Brewing potions
Of rat tails
And bat wings

How obscene

Thick curtains and beads
Layer threshold trapping 
Sage smoke
Incense unceasing
Clouding her imagery.

Sirens wail
Ambulance?
Police?
Siren’s wail turned banshee
Scream

Witch

Full moon ritual
Soon none spiritual
Dancing
Fire in the street
Riot in the street.

Pig’s blood
Toad eye
Concoct for me
Sweet fear remedy

Witch’s calamity
That tragedy
Painted across night sky
Full moon comes out tonight. 
Full moon comes out tonight
Full moon 
Soon

Cackling
Candles Crackling
Bind to me
Lady fortune
Spell be cast 
Now burn it 
Leave it in the past

Witch

They call her.

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