Poetry: Moon Spell

Peace has left
the green house
with Iris by the door
Cast out by the Walking Witch
whose heart is charcoal black
Warts and the summer moon
bear witness to her dance outside
the garden gate
“Manifest!”, she cries casting her spell
Moonlight jumping on extended arms
as they stir her cauldron sky
Curse without cause can not fly-
Fly it does from her fingers end
like sparks off the blacksmith’s forge
Children’s laughter sing like sirens
Pain plays the vocal cords changing the song
Those with ears to hear pick up the tune
Moaning prayers sing response
moves across the ground like fog
“Flame of love turn to fire
Flames at the windows
Flames at the door
Leave the house
pass by the Iris
NEVERMORE!”

Published by

Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her select mid-life dating satire poems, "You Love Me, Your Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry.

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