Witching Hour

Witching Hour

A Poem by $amala

Chimneys along the streets awoke minutes ago

Little people are roaming and playing with ghosts

Some crackers they’ve blasted scattered on the floor

Tiny whispers arouse, hammering each law

 

Few broken coins are sharing some toasts

Previewed my scenario and ascends bit more

Grey threads are slanting, descends me though

Sweethearts are tittering, pouring bit more

 

Piece of butter bread, Glass of butter beer I poured

Locked my trunk embraced my pillows

But the uncountable knocks rousing me, oh!

Turned around, sewed my lashes below

 

Midst the dive, wooden tick tocks murmurs me more

Raspberry nerves get bloomed, heat soars some more

Vampy fangs apprehended when I open the door  

Holding her casket & saying me” Hello”   

 

 

 

 


© 2016 $amala



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Added on August 26, 2016
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$amala
$amala

Sri Lanka



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