A Possible Witch

as it is

you step like a puzzled vixen,

         you sniff at damp bark

         and beds of leaves,

clothed in burnt sticks and smoke,

         your eyes are slanting snow,

         wary of ice and shadow ;

this falls between us;

         you wait under trees

         or at frozen gates,

on evenings when I late home,

         carrying the basket of stones

         you laid at my door.     

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

I agree ' this poem has great mystery. Nice format and imagery

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

" carrying the basket of stones
you laid at my door. "

these lines are quite mysterious and leave your poem at a cliffhanger; enjoyable indeed

[Valentine]

At first it was a dog stalking you, But the basket of stones,,,,that sounds a bit eerie..BOO..Valentine

[Ken Simm.]

Truly haunting piece Leslie. I can feel the atmosphere created here so well.

[Coyote Song]

I like this a lot. It has a paranormal haunting reel to it. I think the imagery is outstanding too. This is a superb poem.

[Tina Kline]

Very impressive, very captivating. The imagery is outstanding. Overall, this is a fabulous poem!!

[Michael X]

So poetic, the form and imagery is laced together with silver thread!