The challenge of NaPoWriMo today is to write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally. Feel free to incorporate crystal balls, fauns, lightning storms, or whatever seems fierce and free and strange.
I have written something on Black Magic today 🙂
Poem: The Spell of Voodoo Queen
The forlorn old house at the end of boulevard Where fire in the hearth is lit all night And even when sun is shining bright The eerie sounds fence its dome Where skull and bone hang on the gate And dolls of cloth and string await The Queen of voodoo is believed to abode That house of evil and immortal souls Where snow never melts and spell never rolls Some say that wicked sorceress has a crystal ball She has caged the devil with her magic wand And teases his spirit with her dexterous hand Some footprints that vampire noticed in the snow Some droplets of blood illuminated her eyes Some silhouette she was quick to fathom and pry Oh dear! She’s swiftly chanting her magical spell It appears she’ll cage me next to the demon Why did I dare to explore her museum! ©Vandana Bhasin