The Witch of Central
T. R. Click
She filled her afternoons with horror films
and evenings contemplating forbidden diagrams
She spent her summer days collecting dragonflies
and skipping stones along gravel roads
In the early hours she read journals of
paranormal dreams and spirit photography
Lost between Fortean Times and Lovecraft poems
were copies of Zothique, Dunsany and Baudelaire
She took lunches with oriental luminaries who
wooed her with subtle spells and sacred rarities
In Autumn she scavenged empty homes haunted by ravens
and disquieted ghosts trapped beyond those plaster walls
Winters kept her close to town except to visit long dead friends
and traveling wizards in college bars
She listened to Peter Tosh and Marley and laughed
when her embarrassed grandchildren groaned
And thought nothing of tambourines and finger bells
their laughter of sound as they followed her from room to room
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T.R. Click has one poem previously published, in the April/May 2006 issue of Star*Line.
Poem © 2007 T. R. Click. All other content copyright © 2007 ByrenLee Press
Copyrighted by the author unless otherwise noted.
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