Drifting in thought an element of rot the stench was in the air Whod it be, the next one caught whilst villagers danced with flair
Round and round the dancers danced whilst about the fire they went We all looked on as if entranced upon their movements we just starred
The occasional cry out a singers yell marking the change of the rhythms drum One by one like a story the dancers would tell as the nearby witches in all their glory would hum they began to make the spell
Seducing and Sultry the movements grew stronger the Spell was spoken into the air Each of us transfixed whilst blinking no longer Upon the flames and movement we starred
Hickery stickery Oh Golems Tomb Awake dear one we summons thee We give you strength to appear Awake now you sleeping sprite Bring upon us no reigning doom We give you life to set you free Come now dear one Drink of our Light
From over yonder came a witch walking and into the culdron casting the herb Careful not to interrupt our attention as if to not disturb More herbs now to herself she kept talking In some other language she spoke the word
Transfixed even more, onto the fire, we all heard Liar! a man yelled to another near a tent a fight broke out and the men settled soon As if nothing had happened their energy spent
Meanwhile the dancers whirling and twirling As we kept our transfixed gaze One of the villagers felt sick, began hurling All our heads felt weird in a maze The Witches continued their spell
With a thunderous Snap, Pop, and Crackle the embers in the fire grew ablaze The Smoke grew higher, higher and higher Whilst we felt drunk in a daze
Dillard: "Mom!! Amber wont leave me alone! I'm trying to write a poem here." Amber: "Dillard come on! get out of the bathroom I need to brush my hair! Why do you always write poems in the bathroom, anyway? you freak!" Mom: Dillard, give your sister the bathroom. I've talked to you about this before." Dillard with his notebook and pen stampered out of the bathroom and went off to his room. Amber: Finally, you dork! Dillard yelling: Yeah, well one day I might write about you! What will you say then?!
Quite a cozy place to write such a story. Dillard's writing imagination kept the reader's attention. Zoharstrius, don't be bewitched with those herbs, can transform you quickly....... some other place can enchant the poem. Enjoyed SM
Thank You @southmiami4321 I truly enjoy sharing what I write with others, in hopes of it maybe touching or inspiring them in some way. and I like to push the boundaries of literary undestanding, lingering there, then tell stories in multiple layers. So that more can be gained with each pass through when reading it over again. And sometimes a plot twist takes us to a different form of self. Thank you for responding.
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Zoharstrius, don't be bewitched with those herbs, can transform you quickly....... some other place can enchant the poem.
Enjoyed SM
I truly enjoy sharing what I write with others, in hopes of it maybe touching or inspiring them in some way. and I like to push the boundaries of literary undestanding, lingering there, then tell stories in multiple layers. So that more can be gained with each pass through when reading it over again. And sometimes a plot twist takes us to a different form of self. Thank you for responding.