POET'S CORNER; Shadow Charm

'Tis the season of the witch...prepare to be Spellbound!

Shadow Charm

In the dark, damp earth beneath the fallen leaves of autumn;

In the woody embrace of a hollow tree;

Shrouded in the black velvet night;

On the shadow-side of candlelight;

Tangled within the gossamer threads of a cobweb;

Ruffled in the feathers of a raven’s wings;

In the predatory flick of a feline’s tail;

In the decay of autumn and the death of the year at winter’s end;

On the dark side of the moon;

In mists and fogs and screaming gales;

In thunder, lightening and pouring rain;

In icy white frosts and snowy blizzards;

In the bark of a fox and the howl of a wolf;

In the harrowing screech of a hunting owl;

Lost within desolate castles and lonely bell towers;

Lingering in the cemetery and in crumbling crypts;

Waiting in the stillness of sacred stone circles;

Slumbering deeply in barrow mounds;

On windswept hilltops and isolated moors and tors;

Ebbing and flowing on craggy seashores;

Glimmering in the walls of caverns and caves;

In the soft whisper of a departing spirit;

Waiting on the edge between life and death;

At the centre of the crossroads;

Where three forest paths meet and the yew stands tall;

Hanging in the balance of dusk and dawn;

For those who choose a hidden path...

Herein dwells the shadow charm;

For those who dare to speak it.

By Marie Bruce

This is an unpublished poem I dug out from my archives.  It is in keeping with the spirit of the season. I hope you enjoy it.

Blessed Be,

 Marie x