Day 13 Prompt: Write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.
Magic Spell
I have
with me words and language
And I know
magic to
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use them any way I will
I can
marinate words in
acerbic
sauce of sarcasm
Toss it
around my mouth
Stir it with
my scalding tongue
And when
I spew it forth
I can see
the mucky vitriol splatter
sear and scorch
the victim
But I don’t
relish watching
another
writhe in agony
I’d
rather soak my words in
Empathy and
compassion
Blend in dollops
of tenderness and
top it
with glazed generosity
And
Voila! As I watch their face transform
Eyes
sparkling with joy
Cheeks burnished
with cheer
I too
feel a fuzzy warmth
Seeping through
my soul
Gratitude
and serenity
saturates
my being…
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