scold's bridle

A third of a coven
Lolling at a corner table
Heads held at an indolent tilt

Eyes dark with spells
And bellies pulled by fire
We dip forked tongues into wine

Ripe with sin and scent
Purrs warm our throats
And growls keep the circle bound tight.

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scold's bridle by bellmusker

When you’re blessed with brazen wenches as friends, and you keep them close to your heart, your cycles often become in tune…..and then once in a dark moon, you all stride out into the night together, and suddenly realise that your hearts are all beating with the same dark energy. And you know that means trouble.

Comments

Melissa Vowellover 4 years ago

sounds lovely :)
mick8585over 4 years ago

let me amongst that trio.
bellmuskerover 4 years ago

Mick, it’d take a brave man indeed to venture forth amongst us when we’re lolling! You wouldn’t know what you were in for…..
mick8585over 4 years ago

I can do indolent with the best of them.
jetsta42over 4 years ago

ooh i’m excited…is this to be continued?
juliejulieover 4 years ago

i love this. actually i like the comment at the side. it really adds to the atmosphere of the poem. like jess says, is there more?
bellmuskerover 4 years ago

Well, it COULD be continued….but we Witches only run wild and wanton under a black moon, and alas, it’s waxing at the moment. Will keep you informed. Pleased to know it strikes a chord!
Lisa Jewellover 4 years ago

Bell,

I am in fear…………….a gorgeous type of fear….

Spell bound away…..
monhiverover 4 years ago

nice work, soaked with darkness…to me, like it.
monhiverover 4 years ago

soaked IN darkness….sorry