Poetic Offerings

I will share my poetry here today. I have been trying to post my writing on my other blog, Ella's Font.  

For Fireblossom's Friday challenge I went with witch...

haunted houseby *ashasylum

You don't judge a book by its cover, but what about a house...

Ivy trailing, dark n' foreboding...

Incantation like the wind

casts a net

maybe you are wrong...

Witch: 

Sticks and stones may 

break your bones, but

I gather them

along with Earth's gifts

feathers of song birds, 

crystals, river stones and herbs

I follow Moon's wisdom

and light my grill, not cauldron

ashes n' embers of smoldering rosemary n' apple wood

permeate the wind

Noisy neighbor:

Moonlight glows dimly on the Sargent home

timeworn picket fence tilted and dove gray

weeds rampant everywhere

is that Sage I smell...burning?

as I walk on...I feel a smooth brush on my calf

a black cat nudges me

I jump

do I hear a cackle or is that creaking stairs?

Witch:

Do I hear someone at my door?

Loki did you scare the neighbors again

Time to align the 3 fates and 9 muses

and brew our nettle tea

and light vanilla n' amber candles

I pick a leaf off my wishing tree and

write with blood red ink from pokeberries

Is someone there?

I go peer through my scarf curtains

Nope

I take out my salt glazed crow(pie bird)

he has sung a stormy tune

time for blackberry pie

I find my silver locket and plan my garden by the stars

and phased moonlight

tomorrow I will walk
 a new path

Truth alines in the darkness

it lurks behind the moon 

a map of the heart exposed in the palm

shows how the river will flow

my third eye knows to rise

above the frayed and aloof

and embrace Mother Nature's

gifts

 Follow the spirit tree's path

news will come to you on a wing

remember your moon sisters

face north and wear your indigo oil

light a purity candle and wish for your

true love to appear

and if you see a toad

don't blame me

muahaha...

 I did a prompt for The Sunday Mini Challenge. I invited others to write a poem using vintage, sepia photos. I love the look of these photos and wonder what their lives were like, their names, who did they love?!  I wonder....

 

Her name was Estella....

It was written on the back of the photo...


Promised to another
her pale blue eyes and strawberry looks
wilted and her lips quivered
 as the date neared to
be Mr. & Mrs. Hawkins
He an older man
  burly n' proud, but
drab n' dull like dust in the wind


Her mood would lift n' flutter like a moth to flame
when it was time to meet him, her true love
dark eyes and dimples
at midnight near the majestic Oak
Her cheeks burned with thoughts of him
their finger entwined like vines
their limbs tangled enjoying the stolen hours
dizzy with their encounter under the silverly
wink of the moon
They soon would run off
be together
misty eyed she would leave him until
their next encounter


I want to give a shout out to Mary Pax her second book, in the Backworlds  series is released today!
Congrats Mary...I love the title ;D    You knew I would....
Stopover at the Backworlds' Edge
You can check out the first one here, it is FREE!


   

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AmazonDE / AmazonFR / AmazonES / AmazonIT

The interstellar portal opens, bringing in a ship that should no longer exist. A battleship spoiling for a fight, yet the war with Earth ended two generations ago. The vessel drops off a Water-breather, a type of Backworlder thought to be extinct. She claims one of Craze’s friends is a traitor who summoned the enemy to Pardeep Station. A betrayal worse than his father’s, if Craze lives to worry about it.