She dances ’neath the showers
At odd nocturnal hours
Among the trees and bowers
Where witch and black cat cowers
They say she has strange powers
Like wizards in their towers
She’s ghost who glares and glowers
Whose gaze can fade the flowers
She stares at milk - it sours!
Like demon she devours
But in the daylight hours
When sun dries up the showers
She’s goddess who empowers
And we are glad she’s ours!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 3rd, 2018 11:57
- Comment from author about the poem: for my darling, Lorraine
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