Poetry ~ Curve in the Road

The NaPoWriMo, day nine prompt,
asks us to write a concrete poem;
a poem that takes the shape of the theme of the poem.
I wrote this poem last year as part of
The Coven of Obscurity series but never posted it.
Please visit my blog to see the proper version. 
                              He went
                                  for a walk
                                      in the village
                                         and took the curve
                                           in the road ahead.
                                            It was lit in frosted
                                           streetlamps; he was
                                         curious where it led.
                                       The road meandered
                                     through dense forest,
                                  the woods were dark
                              and overgrown. In the
                          distance he heard a
                     cackle and feared he 
                 was not alone. Nearby
              he saw a sign, nailed
           to an old oak tree.
         The sign warned:
          this road belongs
            to the witches
               from the Coven
                 of Obscurity!
                   All trespassers
                      will be cursed
                        three by three!
                           Suddenly he
                             recalled the
                                folklore his
                           told; the story
                         of six deadly
                     witches who
                once cursed
           the curve
        in the

Poetry ~ Spooky

They never found her body
If there was a body to be found

With six fingers and six toes,
she was … different

Hence the name. Spooky.
Her mama knew
what others didn’t
she was born with the gift

or a curse

depending on your

Dressed in black,
she was a creature of the night

“Hard one to find,”
proclaimed the detective

Last one to see her said she
floated over the swamp
out of sight

The case had gone cold.
until tonight…