Witchcraft

The truth is
if someone says ‘I never lie’
it’s usually a lie.

‘I never lie. Trust me.’ I say
as I poked the pin into your effigy
even harder.
…Hope you felt it.

With a little twist here
a little twist there
(Ye Gods, I feel like dancing)
I can make you wish you’d never
been born.

Nah..
I’m not really evil
but I ain’t
a saint either.
Ain’t a good witch
ain’t a bad
just don’t go and make me mad
’cause if you do
I’ll give it back thrice times to you
…maybe even more.

Hocus pocus
I’m never in fear
the spells I cast will keep
you near, just so’s I can
taunt you
(insert wicked cackle)

You ought never to have crossed me
at Stonehenge and
there’s nothing you can do to
make amends.
Choosing another witch-slut over me
why, I’ll make you both pay for eternity.

I’m telling you this ’cause
you know it’s all true

As true as I’m flying astride my broom
while on my iPhone typing.

~*~

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*The prompt called for a load of BS. I tried to fulfill it… lol

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The Witch

Nine times she’d beaten her black and blue
(this would have to end)
after a secret refresh of her courage she
vowed there wouldn’t be a number ten.

White magic was also powerful
and with feelings laid so bare
she sought out books of
ancient alchemy
(the more to learn the craft)
and to shift herself into gear
then, she’d known what she had
to do to beat the vicious crone.

With a smooth and final shove
into the stinking peat
the evidence of even her bones
would be lost inside the stench
of other organic matter also
being gassed as the peat
covered her head.

At last, at last
the young white witch was free
now she would live in harmony
because

‘ding dong the wicked witch is dead.’

~*~

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I really liked this pic and have wanted to write something for it. The wordle words seemed to lead me on a witches brew path this week.

Peat is found in many wetlands but, my own experience with it comes from living in the Scottish Outer Hebrides where the islanders/crofters even today, dig it, cut it into slabs, dry it out and use it for fuel.

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