Rhyme or Reason

All this washing!

All colours faded

Magic thinned

Sweet spells spun out

Dark potions dried

All wrung tight

Hung out in rain

Concoctions separate

Mystery now plain

All once known

Must be re-found again

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www.napowrimo.net day 3 rhyme…random words…sense from chaos.

CLP 03/04/2020

The Witch

A pronounced bow wave

Presages her imminent arrival

Her keel knifes the dark waters

Peels twin curls off the surface

.

She draws down the light of stars

Calls the wind to her direction

Tides pause on her command

Squalls and storms follow

.

Treading water as she passes

We can only witness this spirit

That lifts like incoming waves

Leaves us awash in her wake

.

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 13 prompt, witch

I was asked, “Is this poem about a boat, or a person?” You decide.

CLP 13/04/2019