NaPoWriMo Day 8: The Spell of Voodoo Queen

The challenge of NaPoWriMo today is to write poems in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally. Feel free to incorporate crystal balls, fauns, lightning storms, or whatever seems fierce and free and strange. 

I have written something on Black Magic today 🙂

                                               

                                                Poem: The Spell of Voodoo Queen

The forlorn old house at the end of boulevard

Where fire in the hearth is lit all night

And even when sun is shining bright







The eerie sounds fence its dome

Where skull and bone hang on the gate

And dolls of cloth and string await







The Queen of voodoo is believed to abode

That house of evil and immortal souls

Where snow never melts and spell never rolls







Some say that wicked sorceress has a crystal ball

She has caged the devil with her magic wand

And teases his spirit with her dexterous hand







Some footprints that vampire noticed in the snow

Some droplets of blood illuminated her eyes

Some silhouette she was quick to fathom and pry







Oh dear! She’s swiftly chanting her magical spell

It appears she’ll cage me next to the demon

Why did I dare to explore her museum!




                                 ©Vandana Bhasin

 

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