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.

© bellmusker 2007

scold's bridle

bellmusker

Melbourne, Australia

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Artist's Description

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.

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