Shadows transported through spells of a kind.

mystical nothings

The spell that fell

through the eye of a raven

journeyed through the wishing well

of collected greetings

from wishful thinking

that all would be well

heard through a witch's ear.

In the back of the mind

the door was closed,

the pot on the fire,

the smell of danger,

smoke fills the air

where the window remains open  

cast by the belligerent

from shadows living,

the candle still burns.

All the while,

a black cat waits

with eyes of intent,

a mouse scurries

across the floor

only to be picked up

by the owl's hunger.

The witch was found

her spells did drown

right along beside her

where high above 

the raven watched

all along their watchtower.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Shadows transported
through spells of a kind'
andrew mitchell,
I felt a place of mid winter in this one.
I have been waiting for a type of
little chipmunk and where are they?
Missing their presence and antics.
I am seeing the squirrels in their usual place.
I don't like it at all! For me the squirrels
seem evil. Have they cast a spell on my chipmunkers.....hmmm.
Or worse maybe the squirrels invited them for dinner so to say.
Your above poem is wonderfully clever with
lots of fun phrases and such:'
'at the back of the mind
the door was closed
the pot on the fire
the smell of danger
where the window
remains open'
The word I am looking for is nuances to the imagination.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... I placed 🥜 peanuts in the shell unsalted under the big leafless tree in our front yard along with a hanging feeder full of sunflower seeds. The squirrels and the Ravens shared the Loot like Pirates... Where are the Cardinals and Bluejays who found our Inn and food when it snowed in January? As a poet II stare out the window in my mind’s eye and wonder why... truly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Pat , as I got your review I was in the process of changing the theme and adding to the write as I was not happy with the original. Yes I too love watching the birds. Thanks Pat again for stopping by and supporting my writes.