Happy Spooky Season everyone!
Finally taking the plunge and starting my poetry account back in January was the best decision of this year. I've always loved poetry, and I always knew I could write poetry, but making the time for it has been extremely difficult in the last few years. Prior to starting the account, I wrote about six poems a year at best. That number seems insane to me now.
Having the account meant the pressure was on to constantly be writing and thankfully, it became more and more seamless as the months went by. I mentioned in my birthday blog post that at the start of the year, I was working an office job which was destroying my mental health. To distract myself, I would try and write poetry on my lunch breaks. Some of my earliest poems were written on office stationery; The Wicked Brew in particular was written on an office post-it note at the end of April. I loved it so much, I wanted to post it on my account straight away. Somehow or another I managed to wait until October 1st.
In literature, a ‘witch’ is usually motivated by malice and evil intent. They’re typically wicked female characters who use forms of destructive magic to harm other human beings. When I talk about the witches I love, I'm referring to the Sabrina Spellman’s and the Luna’s of the world, the witches whose mishaps with magic never cause anyone bodily harm and always provide me with endless entertainment. I wrote an article called 'Witch, Please' last year which is one of my favourite blog posts; I dived into the different witches in literature who I've grown up with.
Round the cauldron she paces at night
Sparks fly from her fingers as midnight strikes
Silver locks fall from her pointy hat
Circling her feet is a traditional black cat
She’s preparing a broth for those who did her wrong
The alchemy bubbles as she chants a song
“A drop of rats blood, a kitten’s whisker
A spiders leg, oooo, how bitter!”
The Spellman’s gave her dinner a miss
“Sabrina’s not feeling well” Helda and Zelda did insist
Meg was a no show
Mog didn’t RSVP
Weatherwax sent well wishes but was not an attendee
Luna was chasing wracksparts
McGonnagall just said “no”
These women will pay the price tonight
From a friend, now turned foe
October 31st is the calendar date
Our main character seals her acquaintances fates
Be wary of flying broomsticks on this autumn night
Cross your fingers to avoid a Halloween fright
I hope you all have a wonderful Halloween!
Lots of love,
Karisma
xxx