The Witching Hour

(Poem of the Week)

Kitten warmth in knitted blankets

Claws like ice “Wake up!”

White beam through window screen

Shining emeralds in the night

What is that you say?

The day hasn’t yet begun.

“The moon is full

bind the foe,”

purrs nocturnal feline

like music giving spirit

without any lies . . .

I descent unto my patio

The rays I cast

with moonbeams dance

as I ask for her protection

so mote it be

amen.

—Cori Lark

Corina

V-7 The Witching Hour

© 2007

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