Okay, I tried for spooky, and everything I tried turned silly. But then I wrote this, and thought it fit somehow. Anyway, here it is, I hope you like it.
It was a dark and stormy night.
Shivering with cold and fright;
I made my cautious path,
Fleeing nature’s wrath.
What sight appeared,
That I feared?
That black
Cat.
Witch
That’s me
You see me
But you don’t know.
Tonight is my night
Celebrating the Fall
The gifts that this season brings
While renewing our hope for spring.
Shannon Delaney
1 day ago
13 comments:
OMG! Love the way you created a shape with each line of the stanzas. Reminds me of e.e. cummings' poems. *wg*
Very visual. Liked it!
I love your form, too, Ann. To me it's an arrow pointing the way through the change of seasons, echoing your closing lines:
"The gifts that this season brings
While renewing our hope for spring."
Love it!
Yeah, what they said -- and more. The way you twist the whole witch concept, Ann. It's so nice to see a witch be something other than evil, and those last three lines... just really neat to see the other side, as it were.
Thanks, Tempest, I just wrote the first two lines and realized they were suggesting this form.
P.S. Love your icon. :)
Thanks Gautami- glad you liked it.
Thanks, Julia and Susan- glad you liked it, it just seemed to fit.
Clapping hands in glee! That was wonderful Ann! I love the dance of words and of course the visual!
Thanks, Rhi, glad you liked it.
How cool.......the form makes it.....
Thanks, stak, glad you enjoyed it.
Awesome poem. I love Witch that's me you see me. It flows so nice.
A witch is not supposed to be scare of a black cat... I really like how you develop the feeling of being afraid in that part...
Thanks Amy and Jill, glad you liked it.
I love the visual too. And then I realized that is as much to do with the syllable count in each line--counting down from the first line and then back up to the last line. Which measures it out like the moments in time. And Time is related to Seasons... Coincident or not, it works.
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