I want poetry or stories in the form of poetry about witches. Now there are two paths you can choose from - the dark, macabre, scary approach or the factual Salem witch trials- approach. Either way, these two intertwine and cross paths with each other, because yes, truth is just as strange as fiction. Both are welcome here.
'Double, Double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog. Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, lizzard's leg and owlet's wing. For a charm of powerful trouble- like hell-broth boil and bubble' Macbeth
'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live' Bible
'Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and Hell itself breathes out, contagion to this world' William Shakespeare
'I have seen the shadows where they dance with the Devil. I have seen the crow, I have seen the blood bleeding into a book of black. I have seen the witch, I have seen her naked- conjuring her spells in the dark of night. I have seen the moon, I have seen the sun - as they combine into one another. Sickened be those of the light, tainted excuse of human life'
'My mother says I must not pass, too near that glass. She is afraid that I will see, a little witch that looks like me. With a red mouth to whisper low, the very thing I should not know' Sarah Morgan Bryant Piatt
'Ask yourself, Will I burn in Hell? Then write it down and cast it in the well. There they are - the mob cries for blood, to twist and tale into fire wood. Fan the flames with a little lie, then turn your cheek until the fire dies. The skin, it peels like the truth, away. What it was I will never say... Bite your tongue, swear to keep- keep your mouth shut. Make up something, make up something good... Holding hands, skipping like a stone- burn the witch, burn to ash and bone'
Read through these. Accumilate wisdom, if you so wish. I want to feel the witch's earthly breath on my neck. Tell me a tale that will make my bones crack and crumble under the suspense. Fantasy or fact, or even both intertwined...tis your tale to tell.
*No humorous poetry.
*Check spelling and grammar
*Rhyme if you are good at it
*Be unique and attempt to shiver my bones
*The quotes given are not prompts, they are just there to tickle your senses. You may use one or all as a prompt, if you so wish
*Reserves are allowed, and perhaps later, pre-writes
- Now allowing pre-writes. If it does not fit the prompt, I will DQ you.
Witching hour starts....
Now.
'Double, Double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog. Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, lizzard's leg and owlet's wing. For a charm of powerful trouble- like hell-broth boil and bubble' Macbeth
'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live' Bible
'Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and Hell itself breathes out, contagion to this world' William Shakespeare
'I have seen the shadows where they dance with the Devil. I have seen the crow, I have seen the blood bleeding into a book of black. I have seen the witch, I have seen her naked- conjuring her spells in the dark of night. I have seen the moon, I have seen the sun - as they combine into one another. Sickened be those of the light, tainted excuse of human life'
'My mother says I must not pass, too near that glass. She is afraid that I will see, a little witch that looks like me. With a red mouth to whisper low, the very thing I should not know' Sarah Morgan Bryant Piatt
'Ask yourself, Will I burn in Hell? Then write it down and cast it in the well. There they are - the mob cries for blood, to twist and tale into fire wood. Fan the flames with a little lie, then turn your cheek until the fire dies. The skin, it peels like the truth, away. What it was I will never say... Bite your tongue, swear to keep- keep your mouth shut. Make up something, make up something good... Holding hands, skipping like a stone- burn the witch, burn to ash and bone'
Read through these. Accumilate wisdom, if you so wish. I want to feel the witch's earthly breath on my neck. Tell me a tale that will make my bones crack and crumble under the suspense. Fantasy or fact, or even both intertwined...tis your tale to tell.
*No humorous poetry.
*Check spelling and grammar
*Rhyme if you are good at it
*Be unique and attempt to shiver my bones
*The quotes given are not prompts, they are just there to tickle your senses. You may use one or all as a prompt, if you so wish
*Reserves are allowed, and perhaps later, pre-writes
- Now allowing pre-writes. If it does not fit the prompt, I will DQ you.
Witching hour starts....
Now.
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on November 19
- Rewards: Gold: 700, Silver: 300, Bronze: 100, Honorable mention: 2 people
- Final notes: Well Done to the winners. Great entries were submitted.
Contest Winners
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Would that I could confess that
which is bound to my breast, but for• Commented on by judge. [remove] -
When I was small I heard a tale that traveled far and wide
Of a witch who lived and practiced majick in the countryside• Viewed by judge. [remove]
Gold trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
Bronze trophy winner
Honorable mention
Entries [16]
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The witch from the east, twas a sexual beast,
She's Aphrodities daughter to say the least.by Fourshadesofblue 13 lines, 2 comments, on Nov 2 10:56 AM. In Contemporary• Commented on by judge. -
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In fogs illusion stands the house of gloom.
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The girl ran through the trees,
Maybe he was playing a trick on her she thought as she heard the screams of her lover fill the winter night,by PolarbearOpapatika 12 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 6 3:00 PM• Viewed by judge. -
Tighten the noose tighter
If that shall be thy willby LesbianOfLove 21 lines, 2 comments, on Nov 8 4:12 PM. In Tituba, Salem Witchcraft Trials, Witchcraft, Slavery, Religion, Slaves, African-American• Commented on by judge. -
Lily walked into the room stopping before the large bronze mirror, maybe they're all right, maybe I'm not worth being here What are you talking about? the voice of an old woman named Leza asked. She walked till she faced the• Commented on by judge.
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prewrites? Xx
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Alright
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aww ty hun xx
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