once a year the myth comes to life...


The Ride


The witch
is riding furiously
she's longing to be with Him...

of which
her broom so curiously
is clueless, thinking "whim whim..."

She's riding now
through starless night
so black-eyed and excited

she's sensing "Wow!"
with all her might...
anticipating tight red

the Fire
that will never cease
increasing ever after...

the wired
mind won't come to ease
she'll always hear His laughter...





Poetry by Caprice
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Written on 2009-04-09 at 14:52

Tags Witch  Myth  Fire 

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Beautifully written by one of the bestest witches of the bay!
2009-04-09



Nice witchcraft! :)
2009-04-09


Kathy Lockhart
I love the sweeping flow of this one and the images created in my mind by your poetry.
2009-04-09


Rob Graber
Pretty spooky--great meter to sail her on her wicked way...WHOOSH!

:-,?
2009-04-09


TonyD
Beautifully done! I love the rhyming scheme and the rhythm of this piece, and the slightly tongue in cheek way of telling your story :-)
2009-04-09


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm not sure what to say: how about, I love this!
2009-04-09