Brooding under the tenuous moon, the wicked witch sat reflecting about her current lover, who of course didn’t really appreciate her genius, the wimp. She’d dump him.
Though beautiful, her heart was a black hole. Everything and everyone that came too near, got sucked up, transformed and spit out as an appendence of herself. She avoided mirrors. Like Dorian Grey’s portrait they showed her the dissipation caused by her wickedness. Strangely, she was woman enough to wonder why no one really loved her.
A cat spied her sitting on a park bench. It saw her aura, so prudently slipped away.
© G.s.k. ‘15
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers and I’m submitting it to Tale Weaver as well, as it speaks of a “wicked witch” of sorts.
“delve into the dregs
of your magniloquence, my friend
then create a murky potion
of power and of influence
create for her
your most seductive panegyric
from your reservoir of intellect
delve into those sweet nothings …
no strictures do I require
convincing cloying compliments
tape each frame tonight
upon a lofty windswept hill
illuminated by lurid spot lights
thus I’ll marinate the shrew
and then cook her
in her own infinite vanity.”
sitting in a quiet place
near the pond inside the park –
I heard those prickly words pronounced …
a shiver went down my spine
I listened to that crackly voice
which sent my imagination off to wonder:
for whom would the potion be prepared
and who – the commissioner
I never found the answers
for there was a sudden silence
my presence had been discovered –
I quickly slipped away
a nightmare woke me this eve …
there was that haunting cackling voice –
I pondered and reflected
on the lauds and compliments
floating on the public waves.
© G.s.k. ‘15
1. Delve 2. Tonight 3. Murky 4. Reservoir 5. Marinate 6. Commission 7. Stricture (an adverse criticism, an abnormal contraction of any passage or duct of the body, a restriction) 8. Dregs 9. Magniloquent (speaking or expressed in a lofty or grandiose style; pompous;bombastic; boastful.) 10. Frame 11. Tape 12. Lurid (gruesome, revolting)
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s – Wordle #65 “June 15, 2015″
hallowed, skill, blasts, hunt, stained, shallow, thrill, whack, unfolds, center, dabble, reveal
Reveal to me, oh hallowed soul,
The skill that needs to be produced …
To dabble in this shallow world,
With witchcraft in our unseemly time.
The hunt is on for the mighty book,
Which would be the center of my life,
As the blasts of mendacity howl all ‘round …
I hunt the world for the power of change.
I dabble now in harmless spells,
I whack the hacker where I can …
Hunt the bandits in our modern time
Who’ve stained my world with muck.
Ah to have the mighty master’s skill …
To have a virtual book of change, a thrill!
And then, at last, walk upon the Earth …
Without the fear of cyber theft.
Sunday Whirl 171 a mighty fine wordle by B