(Published in Us Magazine, The News Int.) 02Oct 2009
(Second published poem)
A witch muttering over the cauldron,
Chanting some shivering incantation,
A fear then spread in my veins,
As she sprinkled the glitters upon the cauldron,
I closed my eyes in that moonless night,
Then something rustled in the cauldron,
It had become a glimmering girl,
Who ran and faded through the brightening air,
I ran behind with the storming wind,
I kept on wandering all the night
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone;
and touch her face and take her hands,
And walk through long dappled grass,
And pluck till our dooms shall come,
When all the moons and suns are done!
(Second published poem)
A witch muttering over the cauldron,
Chanting some shivering incantation,
A fear then spread in my veins,
As she sprinkled the glitters upon the cauldron,
I closed my eyes in that moonless night,
Then something rustled in the cauldron,
It had become a glimmering girl,
Who ran and faded through the brightening air,
I ran behind with the storming wind,
I kept on wandering all the night
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone;
and touch her face and take her hands,
And walk through long dappled grass,
And pluck till our dooms shall come,
When all the moons and suns are done!
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