Witchy Woman


Wicked woven in midnight trance

A magic called by Shaman’s dance

Like the grip of the jungle vine

It traps and holds this heart of mine


Cauldron bubbles its evil brew

Firelight adds a witching hue

Incantations in whispered tone

Ensure that I am yours alone


In chicken bones the future read

By island princess of the dead

The pull of your ancient voodoo

A quicksand for my love of you


There in the autumn’s faint moonlight

She prances naked with delight

And the chant of her Druid art

Easily captures lustful heart


I am bound by your sorcery

You, now, the only love I see

I only hope the spells you cast

Will make the magic truly last


8 Responses to “Witchy Woman”
  1. beth says:

    fingers crossed.

  2. Deliciously delightful read!

  3. kristianw84 says:

    If she has raven hair and ruby lips, The Eagles tried to warn you about her! 😉

    This is one of my favorites (long list of favorites). Beautifully written!! 😍

  4. What a match. Your poetic genius and her voodoo incantations!

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    I like the sentiments and rhythm of this one, Brad.

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