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-
almond
root
fire
carob
hack
lemon
specter
violet
writhe
disturb
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11 comments:
Oh, my. This is like an incantation, in and of itself. Amazing.
Well done!
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.
~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com
whew and dont you know, that child is def happy now...ugh...my son went through night terrors at one point...glad they melted...
I like how the menacing image simply disappears: "poof." Oh that my nightmares were solved so neatly!
That is quite a spell! I'll have to try it ;D Fun to read~
I enjoyed this very much. It has a fairy tale feel to it.
great imagination at work!
What a cool and unexpected ending!
I enjoyed this so much! Love anything with witches and cauldrons in it!
Enjoyed it. Especially the "poof"
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