Poetry ~ Witch of the Woods

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My dark poetry series continues with a poem I first published on my Tales of Darkness blog. Meet the Witch of the Woods.

Sister,
do you
remember
our walk down
the ancient road? We
broke through the woods
where the river flowed. We
gathered feathers and
rocks and twigs of
all shapes our
baskets
overflowing,
we soon filled our
capes. The others called
out as we ran toward the blaze.
We were sisters and maidens of the
moon’s waxing phase. Those were
the years we danced in our
dreams. Decades gone,
I can still hear
your screams.
The night
they
tore you away
from the witch of
the woods, but a
bond made in
blood forever
endures.


Poetry ~ The Widow

she feigns a laugh before she cries

a broken heart with no goodbyes

pain and sorrow have burrowed in

her lover's eyes, a face gone dim

oh, cruel the time, tick-tock, the years

deeply etched lines channel her tears

an empty vessel, she sets course

her sails billow as winds blow north

upon life’s ocean, vast and deep

fate beckons, no time to weep

Poetry ~ The Summit

one day, i will summit the mountain
after i finish climbing this hill
i will traverse the river valley
where the waters run still

one day, i will summit the mountain
on a full sturgeon moon at Lamas
and cast shadows in the high grass
knowing i have fulfilled my promise

one day, i will summit the mountain
with a new perspective and a clear view
when my life below the mountain has passed
on the summit my life begins anew
This poem is dedicated to my brother. Todd, who left this world too soon. I will see you on the mountain, Bubba