After dark on Summer's Eve they sashay,
Beneath the silver shade at river's edge.
Cavorting, dancing, prancing hand in hand,
Dancing were Witches of the meadow glade.
Enchanting - Giselle, Xena, Marilee,
Flowing in circles go the haunting three.
Giselle's lilting laughter filling the night,
Having a grand, and joyous holiday.
Into the night they danced and pranced, and sang.
Just wistful wraiths whirling the hours away,
Keeping the cackling spirit world at bay,
Lest Lucifer and his fiends come to stay.
Marilee merrily marching, matching beat.
Naughty! Pulsing, insatiable heat!
Offering their spirits to god - Mother,
Praying here for the gift to be bequeathed.
Quaking, praying, shaking with a shiver,
Rapping with jungle music all around,
Surrounded by the eerie night time sounds.
To them a question comes from hot thin air,
Unspoken but felt deep within their souls.
Very close, it whispered on the wind,
"What would writhing Witches want?" the god said.
Xena replied "Oh! Just to fly away."
Yes! The Queen of Nature released the spell.
Zoom! On Brooms, the grass witches flew away.
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Author Notes
I wrote and posted this poem in 2012, but brought it back now to reintroduce the three witches for future tales. Each line starts with a letter of the Alphabet, and is also rhymed. I tell a story here too.
Three Young Witches get their wings, so to speak. Here I introduce them for the first time: Giselle, Xena, and Marilee. These three may show further in my work.
This Aebecedarian type Poem is based on this photograph I took in February along the Mississippi River bank at Hidden Falls in Minnesota. When I first saw the image, I thought it reminded me of forest spirits, Wraiths if you will. Dancing in the forest. It's what I call an Animated Still
Animated Still - Animated stills are poems where inanimate objects take on human forms, traits, or articles. They are derived from Photographs I have taken, that have moved me to write a poem associated with it.
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