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The kettle boils, the crystal sparks
A potion, brewing, in the dark
Jack-O-Lantern, with its batty grin
Sends a chill, up the spine, within
A witch’s hat, but where is she?
Steam rising, the cauldron spits
Candles flicker, yet, there it sits
Black as night, and pointed high
Seems this spell has gone awry
Perhaps, it wasn’t meant to be!
Candles burn, as wax pours down
Still on the chair, a witch’s crown
Dare not touch it, else you’ll find
Two of us, neither of which is kind
Together, we’re one, this witch, and me
In the darkness, I’ve set my spirit free!
©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo: Pixabay
You’re certainly having fun with all the Halloween haunts Dorinda!
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It’s my birthday month, Brad. I love Halloween! 🙂
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Congrats Dorinda. I hope it’s a hallowed month!
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Thank you!!
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Tis the season! 🎃
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Boo! 😉
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I love Halloween!
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Me, too! But it’s not the same anymore. No one comes around, they all have house parties! 😦
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A great Halloween poem, Dorinda.
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Thank you very much, Robbie ❤
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Really cool. So magical
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Nice one
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Thank you, Derrick. Hope all is well. 🙂
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Yes, thank you, Dorinda
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Excellent poem ! Wild imagination!! Love it 👍
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Thank you very much! Are you sure it’s just imagination? 😉
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