Witches glide through navy skies before an incandescent moon. City lights glisten below, incantations flow, capes waving in wind as an eerie song begins. Children step from stoops, hypnotized eyes, zombified, marching to witch song. I wrote this poem in response to the the weekly W3 prompt at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week’s prompt poemContinue reading “Siren Song”
