So I sit and wait
in my silver satin and lace
I try to think,
I just stare into space...
my head starts to spin,
in my green velvet chair
I try to pretend
I just don't care
my cats are with me
and they watch for
what is evil and scary
and only folklore
it's the fear of an end
I know the crows warn
but something must die
for one thing to be born
I'm a creator of life
I look at my flowers
but I have conjured death
I am not afraid of my powers
so where is he now?
How long must I wait?
Is this the death that I see?
Would this be called fate?
I took out my umbrella
but it wasn't enough
to shield me
from this emotional stuff
behind me I know
are my potions and spells
but nothing I could do
would equal his self made hells....
ok this was written for a comptition for the celtic lady... just a quick little poem put together to go with the prompt above...
How clever of you to post this fabulous poem ans not give any of the back story!!! This is definitely a winner and all that I could have asked for.
ReplyDeleteOops! Mea culpa!
ReplyDeleteWhen I read this the first time I did not see your final paragraph were you say what you wrote this for.
yay! yippy! i am so happy! (: many blessings today!
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