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
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.
Melissa Vowell, 9 months ago
sounds lovely :)
mick8585, 9 months ago
let me amongst that trio.
bellmusker, 9 months 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…..
mick8585, 9 months ago
I can do indolent with the best of them.
Jessica Tremp, 9 months ago
ooh i’m excited…is this to be continued?
juliejulie, 9 months 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?
bellmusker, 9 months 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!
LisaG, 9 months ago
Bell,
I am in fear….............a gorgeous type of fear….
Spell bound away…..
monhiver, 7 months ago
nice work, soaked with darkness…to me, like it.
monhiver, 7 months ago
soaked IN darkness….sorry
friartuck, 4 months ago
(hand raised politely)
Excuse me Miss? Permission to be the coven’s experimental plaything…?
;-)