25 Days of Blogging

I thought today I would share some of the poems I wrote for my poetry class last term. I had a couple that I was very proud of, so here they are for others to enjoy. The first is a prose poem, which is why it is formatted the way it is. The second is just a poem about roller skating.

Witch
In real life when witches meet it is often to drink tea or coffee, or whiskey, depending on the witch’s preference and the time of day. When witches meet they might as likely eat nachos and watch Practical Magic as light a cauldron and hold a ritual. They might discuss spell craft, divination, astrology, politics, fashion, or their love lives as all are important and valid. Some witches love long baths with herbs and bath bombs. Some have black thumbs and can kill a silk plant. Some witches have large black cats who might be their familiar or might be their fur kid or maybe both. Real witches can look just like you and me. Especially me.

Roller Skates
Wheels whirring, blurring, stirring the air.
Shush, shush, shush…
Barely breaking the still of a Sunday morning.
I am sliding silently. Surfing the pavement,
Setting skate in front of skate,
Tracing little circles in the dust.
My hair a hurricane halo radiating from my helmet
It whirls and eddies as I spin and twirl.
Shush, shush, shush…
I let my thoughts glide as smoothly as my wheels
Finding peace in the perfect playful pair
who find their home upon my feet.
Left to their own devices
They would carry me away.
Instead we circle endlessly in parking lots.
And skating rinks.
Taking contained adventures.
With others who have heard,
And succumbed to the sirens call.
Shush, Shush, Shush…Come, come, come.

I have been writing poetry since I was young, but hadn’t written anything in several years before taking this class. I refound my love of writing poetry.