This painting's image offered by Tess as a writing prompt on The Mag: Mag 192.
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The Coven
Some women I know,
they entwined, knotted themselves,
powered up for sure.
It took ten minutes
for them to do their fancy
dance for us, trilling
lalalalala
in God's own heavenly tongue.
They unwound the code
that unlocks the dead,
gave breath to the sodden clouds
and opened the gates
of the heart felt front.
They roared their release. Fat rain
landed all around.
As for me, I ducked
under the oaken gallows
to wait out the scorn.
November 3, 2013 11:02 AM
Now that's an interesting angle. Well done, you!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant write!!
ReplyDeleteMy favorite line ..... They unwound the code! Yep, that's what we women do!
ReplyDeleteThis is so incredibly sexy! I was about to quote the same line Helen just quoted "They unwound the code," no wonder the speaker was so annoyed. To think that others could make the skies release its rain while the speaker is not part of the dance... not cool.
ReplyDeleteI love the rhythm of your poetry ;-)
Love that fat rain...always a treat, Chris...
ReplyDeleteOh absolutely waiting out the scorn is the best bet. What a delicious treat this has been.
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