The mist tumbled down the grassy hillsides
Following the river as it winds on its way
The moon hung low in a balmy night sky
As she thought of the words she would say
Her face was serene, aglow from within
Ice blue eyes in a faraway gaze
Hair blowing softly in the pre dawn breeze
Today was the most important of days
She had traded first for the amethyst stone
Clear quartz took much longer to find
Chrysoprase, in a pretty shade of green
Aventurines colour she didn’t really mind
The witch was kind as she cast the spell
A leather pouch held her stones secure
Fresh rosemary to be placed under her bed
Added the amulet, she could do no more
She returned as told, before break of day
After her cycle had passed for three turns
And her moon phase had shed not a drop
What will he say, when of this he learns?
He would like a son, she just wants a child
Straight of back to grow healthy and tall
She clutches the pouch close to her heart
She will give him the greatest gift of all
Author notes
I believe in the unknown. Picture prompt
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt - Witchcraft theme... by Passionate Phoenix.
550 points, ended December 2, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well done the HM a lovely 'bewitching' story told straight from the heart-
xxx Hilly
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wow this is beautiful I love your use of imagery here and the length is perfect. You talk about this picture well fellow poet. well done and thanks for entering xxx
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Great stuff!!!
Compelling narrative with a wonderful rhyme scheme & rhythm that enthralled throughout in its story telling...
Keep up the good work...
Well done!!!
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Hey Fritz
Thank you for your kind comment. I am growing to like doing these type of fantasy poems, they are fun. It is always good to try different things. -
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No probs, was my pleasure...
Take care,
Fritz............
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