The Curse
The screaming maid came from afar
Her dress alight, her eyes on fire
The sound she made, the wizard heard
His hazel wand he waved about
Putting the flaming maiden out
Her dress he changed to starlit night
Her voice was heard as she fled his sight
My thanks to you with hazel wand
But not those below.
I will be back when summer’s done
To claim the soul who lit my dress
The wizard waved his wand once more
Too late to recall the maiden’s words
He laid a spell upon the land
To keep her out when summer’s done…
©Anita Dawes
The Cradle
The cradle rocked, the curtains drawn
Silent scream that’s locked inside
No eyes to see, no ears to hear
The thunderclap that splits the night
The ghosts within should stay without
The cradle rocked, the baby’s gone
Changeling sleeps with blankets warm
On Halloween, they make the switch
A cuckoo lives within your nest.
©Anita Dawes
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