legend says
the thirteenth witch
frees the owlies
rabid shrieks
shear the night
stir the coven's twelve
a baker's dozen
makes the tipping point
sets off backstabbing
thirteen witches
whistle up the demons
so says the legend
A fractal image.
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ooooooh, I love it. : )
Susan, I just love this, spooky and well told.
Pamela
smart one.
Thirteen witches...gave me a chill...very well written. Vb
This struck a chord with me as I bought a book yesterday called The Owl Killers - about witchcraft and the Dark Ages. Stirring poem.
I like that third stanza, thirteen being the tipping point, and the title is perfect.
Nicely strange. :)
Mad Kane
Surreal and beautiful...
order of the day
Oh my good golly me oh... I love this poem! I read it again and again. Thank you!
Wow ! A tale of gore. I love the shreaks shearing the night.
Mysterious and witty!
...whistle up the demons... I like this very much. well done.
Deliciously chilling. Love the alliteration in "rabid shrieks shear the night."
I can hear the narrator dramatically reciting this - with a sparkle and wink in the eye. Especially liked the imagery in the lines:
rabid shrieks
shear the night
It's got a legendary feel. Anything with witches is interesting.
Spooooky and fun!
spooky poem!
Nice legend ;-) So many witches... Could be a Witches' Congress :-)
Suitably unsettling, and that picture... yow. Makes me think of the legendary associations between witches and screech owls.
Love the title and how it goes to something so completely surprising. (I loved this prompt. So rich!)
Enjoyed this, Susan!
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