Monday, March 26, 2012

The Specter

In violet robes the specter stood
with wart on nose and toothless grin
her cauldron brewing root of carob tree
slivered almonds with a touch of lemon.

She swayed to the chanting in her mind
writhed to the rhythm of the fire
its pungent aroma she could not hack
a wanting desire boiling within

until -‘poof’- she burst at the seems
melted down to a puddle of mud-
no longer could she disturb
the innocent child’s sleep.

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: Shawna at Rosemary Mint provides us with ten words on Monday.

This week's words-


De said...

Oh, my. This is like an incantation, in and of itself. Amazing.

Mary said...

Well done!

Anonymous said...

Great first line: "In violet robes the specter stood" ... nice contrast between standing at the beginning and being reduced to nothing by the end. Her own worst enemy, I suppose.


Brian Miller said...

whew and dont you know, that child is def happy son went through night terrors at one point...glad they melted...

Ginny said...

I like how the menacing image simply disappears: "poof." Oh that my nightmares were solved so neatly!

Ella said...

That is quite a spell! I'll have to try it ;D Fun to read~

Kerry O'Connor said...

I enjoyed this very much. It has a fairy tale feel to it.

Eva Gallant said...

great imagination at work!

Mama Zen said...

What a cool and unexpected ending!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I enjoyed this so much! Love anything with witches and cauldrons in it!

Yousei Hime said...

Enjoyed it. Especially the "poof"