Sunday, October 4, 2015

2015 OctPoWriMo #4: And With The Witch's Heart




And With The Witch’s Heart

The fairy flits
within her cage,
rage fading
her temperate blue
to the dull gray hue
of a breaking,
storm,
the aching pulse
of lightning
due.

Through bars of bone,
eyes dried to stone,
she watches:
men cower, the power
of the witch’s heart
beside her
the steady beat
of doom.


Poet's Note:  Today's prompt...magic!  I love this prompt!  And magic!  And I know what I was going for here...but who knows if it came through.  Leave me a note...tell me what you think!  :-)





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