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-
almond
root
fire
carob
hack
lemon
specter
violet
writhe
disturb

Deterioration

She fondles drugs as if they were four-
leaf clovers picked fresh from a verdant
green field; presses them in her body like
a scrapbook page, these poisonous mushroom
spores growing fungus in her brain, polluting
her body with peppered spice. Signs hide in a
cloak of denial and justification- but I can read
between the lines, offer a shoulder to lean on.

@laurie kolp

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Prompt inspirations:

Poetry Jam- Inner and Outer Limits

Rosemary Mint Word Prompt (Shawna)
~Words-- spice, clover, leaf, page, spore, press, cloak, sign, lean, read