Crisp autumn bells
Shiver in the breeze
Amongst the tender mulberry
And the grand evergreens
Enchanted they dance
A swirling colorful sea
Those delicate golden clusters
Come alive just for me
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Poetry
The cobweb cloaked coven
Pearl was a pistol
Janezza was a jerk
Glenda was a grumpy ol’ git
Who drove everyone berserk
Nilda was the nice one
But Irma drove her insane
And because of Henrietta’s hexes
Neither one now has a brain
Daniella was a devil
And yet she was always liked the best
But mostly only by male devils
Who liked staring at her chest
Wanda was the youngest witch
She’d bring warlocks home each day
But because of her venereal diseases
She could never get any of them to stay
Tilly was the tallest
Until Shirley shot right past
Now they’re both so old they’re shrinking
And wondering how life went by so fast
Lastly there was Lily
The prettiest witch of all
Until one day her wand exploded
Causing bits of her to be strewn across the wall
The cobweb cloaked coven has since retired
Put up their brooms and stored away their wands
And if you ever want to find them
You’ll have to go looking beyond the beyond
But be careful if you go there
For those old biddies they aren’t so sweet
And if you visit them for Halloween
You may just get a trick instead of a treat
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; The cobweb cloaked coven
Nightmarish Newts
Clouds part
And the shadow’s curse
For each nightmare knows
What’s coming is worse
Since blackest night
May cause fears
But it’s the moon arising
That brings most fears
Hairs prick
As the howling cries begin
And the man in the moon shivers
Losing his grin
For the demon’s call
Is surefooted and true
Be careful and look out
Or the newts may catch you
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Nightmarish newts
Doubt
My confidence in everything
Often waxes and wanes
Doubt sneaks right in
Trying to take over my brain
I tell myself I’m being silly
But then again maybe I’m not
And perhaps everything I’m doing
Is actually all for naught
And it’s during days like these
That l feel so uneasy
And the more I start to think
The more I get quite queasy
Skepticism is a word
My mind should just forget
Because it likes to stir up trouble
And leave me with regret
I know I shouldn’t let my dubiousness
Get the better of me
But sometimes it’s so hard
With a future we can’t see
Lack of faith in everything
Has always been my trouble
And because I’ll likely never change
I know I’ll always struggle
But I’m not the only one with scruples
And so I try to disregard my concerns
I just need to be patient and wait
For my confidence to return
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Autumn revelations
Stretch out your hand
Pull me in
Feel the measure of my love
From where it begins
Set deep in the backdrop
Of a brisk autumn day
My love awaits
And it’s there to stay
Once you grasp hold
Never let go
The boughs may break
But I want you to know
That in this life
You can reach me on a breeze
Always there to comfort
And put you at ease
So don’t ever forget
This promise I give
Now take hold of my hand
And begin to live
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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