It’s filled with language,
thoughts and magic
that escape like clouds
to the atmosphere.
The full moon shudders,
she knows how tragic
it is for wizards to live in fear.
In fear of what, I hear you ask,
with power at their fingertips?
Fear of fickle fingers pointing,
bramble sharp tongues
and lies on gossips’ lips.
So the spells are safely hidden
and covens are scattered far and wide
but, on a rare night that’s moonlit,
you may glimpse them as they ride
the wind and clouds,
and skim the rooftops,
peep behind closed curtains’ gaps;
accompanied only by loyal familiars,
they keep their secrets under their hats.
Kim M. Russell, 14th March 2019
My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt: Sign #writephoto
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This reads like a classic children’s poem 🙂
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🙂
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Well done, very enjoyable 🙂
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Thank you so much, Ennle. 🙂
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Most welcome 🙂
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Enjoyed this very much Kim, the last line gave me a chuckle. Well done.
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Thank you, Hélène
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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I loved ‘bramble sharp tongues’, Kim… that’s always the problem for those who are ‘different’…
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This is beyond brilliant 💜🌹
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Nice poem. I enjoyed it.
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Thank you, Michele.
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