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The Witches' Dance On Crowborough Road

Her hair- black as a raven’s breast Eyes glowing through orbs of green She dances covertly in the dark of night Where not another soul is seen Warbling a haunting, enchanted tune Chanting, dancing around the fire Under light of a full October moon Questions lie on lips to desire Is she malevolent or benevolent? Never a soul has been so bold To tell their story... too hesitant! She possesses many powers, many tales Lifting her hands as she chants Red mist swirling, twirling behind her veil Eyes brightening in orbs of green Chilly mist crawling over her skin Under an oak tree dancing unseen Cloaked under her crimson, blood red shawl Strange sounds and names uttered As she boldly dances, chanting out her call Wild, fierce, bold and free Like a chameleon she changes In red blazing firelight so unseen Suddenly, the ground shakes with deafening roar Bursts of electric blue, beam above her head Voltaic forces join, shaking earth’s woodland floor Down the path, robes flowing, blowing in the breeze Many forces about, electrifying ground and air Gathering together, chanting, dancing under the trees Many denizens of this land astound Warlocks and witches cast their magic here As their caldron bubbles over ground They come together from lake and fen Here they meet from darkened lair Ferny dells and rocky dens “Make room”, they call in pitch black night Bringing many potions to mix them well Taking wool, wand, bone and eyes, what a fright! Casting out and about their magic spell Mixing tooth and tongue and nail Under fire, water, earth and dung They mix the caldron, hold the flail Hemlock, henbane, adder’s blood Chanting out, “By thee we bound upon this road"! Suddenly the spell’s been cannily brewed Using blood, eyes and tongue of a toad As quickly as they came, they hastily leave Departing thru forest dark, entering private glades Leaving once again, only to return On another chilly October full moon eve "Merry Meet", they all say, as they make haste to flee Then they'll secretly meet once again... Where they’ll chant and mix another magic urn #_#

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Date: 10/28/2012 4:56:00 AM
Some very good imagery... good poem... Terry
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Anne P. Murray
Date: 10/28/2012 1:08:00 PM
Thank you Terry
Date: 9/30/2012 10:17:00 PM
Anne, you have deftly described in this composition the type of dangerous woman I'm searching for - gypsy conjoined to angel - you leave much to be interpreted and I appreciate that aspect of your work; it makes the poem a partnership of sorts - alchemy and witchcraft are so enchanting, mostlyy because of it's inherent risks - J.A.B. %
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Anne P. Murray
Date: 10/28/2012 1:09:00 PM
Thank you Justin. It's a pleasure to receive reviews from you
Date: 9/26/2012 4:09:00 PM
A very good poem, thank you for sharing it with me. - Love it. - oxox love Anne-Lise :)
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