I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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21 September 2013

Witch Disappointed

Oh she put on her goddess gown —
purple it was, and black —
in order to dance for the Equinox
at the Castle down the track.

And she put on her crystal point —
she hung it around her neck —
to go and chant for the Equinox
at Uki Castle, by heck.

And she put on her fine Spring cloak 
the sun appliquéd on its back —
because she would feast the Equinox
with her friends  … but alas, alack!

She turned the key; the car was dead.
She could curse and she could hex
but it would not take her down to Uki
to celebrate Equinox.

And brooms don’t fly as fast as cars —
isn’t that a thing to vex?
And so it’s quiet and solitary here
that she keeps this Equinox.


True story! Submitted for dVerse Form For All: Ballads.

24 comments:

  1. Haha! I love how at the beginning, I thought that this was set in a magical time, or in times gone by. And then you introduce the unresponsive car! I love the rhythm and the sense of fun :)

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    1. Thank you! (The venue really is called The Castle — which is good for the magickal, olden-time effect. *Grin*.)

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  2. oh she should try and get a jet propulsion for her broom so that she can make it in time...smiles..charming write...putting on her fine Spring cloak —
    the sun appliquéd on its back... nice...

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  3. This is lovely - frustrating for you, I'm sure, but it made me smile.

    There are some fabulous images too.

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    1. Oh well, I decided it just wasn't meant to be. Glad you liked the poem.

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  4. She keeps everything at bay just for her Equinox. Great rhyming Rosemary!

    Hank

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    1. Thank you, Hank. It's fun to do, sometimes.

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  5. Excellent. Maybe a new broom is called for...(:o])
    Anna :o]

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    1. Yes, I'm sure Harry Potter and Co had much faster, more up-to-date models.

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  6. dont you hate it when you are all dressed up and ready to go and the car wont start...how frustrating..ha...def think i would look into a new 'broom'...smiles...

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  7. Loved your write... a well written song here!

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    1. Thank you. To the tune of 'Mary Hamilton', I think. I just realised, there must have been some unconscious inspiration there.

      "She put not on her robes of black
      nor her robes of brown
      but she put on her robes of white
      to ride into Glasgow town."

      There's a bit of an echo, anyway.

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  8. Back in the olden days, she'd have planned for the longer trip. Think she needs a new car--forget the broom. Nice.

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  9. I love the story of the disappointed witch ~ Too bad on missing the dance for the equinox ~ She should have ordered online for new broom, smiles ~

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    1. Well, these things can't always be anticipated. LOL

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  10. with radiating eyes

    clothing dripped in moonlight

    cloaked by the sun


    after her witness of

    a misty full moon

    she brings in the spring equinox


    a time of releasing yet

    a time of growth

    of altered plans


    of setting intentions yet

    feelings of disappointement

    in expectations


    living within both and still

    a magical castle

    filled with the heart of love


    StarSong

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  11. Rosemary, I love you! LOVED this poem! Made me grin.

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