Poem: Apocalypse Pantry

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Apocalypse Pantry

by Shannon Laws

 

I have found the warm caves in the woods
filled them with boxes of mac n’ cheese
tuna fish cans and cheap scented candles
Innumerable goods

A possessed witch is misunderstood
no matter how frugal
I am such a witch

waved my nude arms at the townspeople
walked the streets, survived the shrinking dollar
I have been her kind

 


A 2017 postcard poem

 

 

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!”