Swirl in a teacup,
spin round and round.
Leaves in a saucer,
earthly bound.
Broom to the forehead
eyes to the ground.
Eyes to the heavens
spin round and round.
Dance in the moonlight
Weave in and out.
Arms locked with a stranger but all as one,
Through the blue bells until it’s done.
Knots in wool.
Braides in hair.
Ravel the wool to bind you there.
Under the stars of a storm-filled sky,
Twisting and turning as witches fly.
About the Creator
N J Delmas
I lean towards the darker side of fiction and poetry. I love folk lore, fairy tales, ghosts and witches, often giving old themes a new twist. I have published with several magazines and am in the process of writing a dark YA fiction.
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