Open Poetry #42 |
A witch and me |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
(Rainy days are story days) So there’s this witch, you see, perceived as being me walking the labyrinth of a long held dream. Of course she casts a spell; it’s what a witch would do when thinking there is merit in her love of you sitting like a boulder in the path of moving on. Poof! She waves it far away and walks a merry mile to back track then again and find it in the mind. So fly she does up to the sky and it’s like she must be there when love is in the air and she hovers then unsighted above thermal currents meant to move a witch and me to the far away outside. And “ain’t” that just like air to keep a witch stuck there for how ever long it takes to drop from ecstasy? Poof! She waves again her wand and gone again the loving feel that rises/drops, rises/drops, as if it’s meant to be. She moves forward then to pay the bill because you know it costs a lot to walk the labyrinth and come out again alone. Oh, there are witches and then there is me in cast of spells and wave of wand until, poof, we are gone to no more be believed. But I touch my skin and still alive and so of death it’s not for me because I’m not a witch, you see, to be gone and not believed to still be in love with you! Helen / 22 March 2008 |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
smiles... Helen, I love your rainy day stories! enjoyed this very much love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Roniece, but now it's out into the rain and a drop down into "reality". I don't like it much these days (reality) but it is what it is. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
The problem here, I think is this: The witch is melted by a kiss, so thus she hovers up above for she cannot fall in love not with a mortal man can she ever tryst and ever be the witch as is her legacy-- envious and wondering what is this thing called love? I love witch stories. Thanks for the smile kind lady! |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
"sitting like a boulder in the path of moving on." I especially like this line. Ida |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
So fly she does up to the sky and it’s like she must be there when love is in the air and she hovers then unsighted above thermal currents meant to move a witch and me to the far away outside. Wow, dear Helen, I love how you conveyed your inner uncertainties. Sometimes the ability to act like a witch makes us stronger, but of course we must learn to land softly! On this special day RENEWAL is in the menu ... maybe we could open our hearts' doors and let in some fresh air and breathe with confidence. Love and hugs. Margherita |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks Karen, Ida, and Margherita for your comments. Karen - I think there's more truth in what you say than can perhaps be realised. Maybe I am a witch although I never thought I was. Margherita - Yes, it is a time of renewal and so it is most definitely for me. Fresh air is on the way but it's the two month's wait for me that is a problem. Happy Easter! Helen |
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