Under a midnight sun

Naked, I collect the mist drifting lost

In the deepest ruts of the forest ditches.

I spin the fog into a corset

I pretend I am a ghost.

I am.

The dusking moon fills my breasts

I beguile the wild men into princes

Noble with unholy desires.

Photo by Raspopova Marina on Unsplash

Inspired by Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #194: ‘Beguile‘: write creatively in 51 words

Also inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: ‘Wolf Moon

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37 thoughts on “Witch

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  1. Brilliant. Stunning. Wonderful. All of it…the lyrical words, the mystical picture and the simple title worth a thousand words… so so so so so good. 👏

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  2. “I spin the fog into a corset” is such a beautifully written and descriptive line. I love how visual this poem is! Thanks for sharing! Great work as always! 🙂

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