The Witching Hour

She's getting ready for the most important night of the year...

She gazes from her window

At the luminescent moon.

She smiles, her heartbeat quickens,

It will be the hour soon!

She crosses to her wardrobe,

And puts on her finest things,

Black dress spun from spider’s thread,

Cloak fashioned from bat’s wings.

She settles her black hat

Atop her long, black flowing hair,

And summons her black cat

As she treads softly down the stair.

She grabs her trusty broomstick

As the clock chimes loud and clear.

The moment she has waited for,

The witching hour is here!

She steps into the moonlit night,

And straddling her broom,

She rises high into the sky,

And heads towards the moon.

She gives a wicked cackle

As she flies into the night.

Leaves rustle, branches bow

Before the power of her flight.

The full moon’s glow surrounds her,

Casts a perfect silhouette.

The Witch knows that this Halloween

Will be the best one yet!

Author's Note

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Reviews

[JoeM]

Wonderful, elegant, and it scans so well.You'd better start producing, I'm running out of your offerings.

[Viv Wade]

Thanks Joe. I've loads more stuff I haven't posted on here - it's been so long since I had any comments on this site I had given up! Thanks for renewing my faith! :)

[Woody]

all the ingredients are there, broomstick an' all. love it. I've always been fascinated by witches. my childhood dream was to marry one *sigh*. love this poem.

[Viv Wade]

Thanks Woody, I'm glad you enjoyed it! It's perhaps as well you didn't marry a witch, if you had a row she might have turned you into a toad and popped you in her cauldron! Thanks for stopping by to read and comment.

[Samuel Dickens]

A fun poem for Halloween, Viv. When I hear that cackle, I'll look toward the yellow moon.

[Viv Wade]

Thanks Sam, I'll give you a wave as I fly past! :)

[emmajoy]

'She gives a wicked cackle - As she flies into the night. - Leaves rustle, .. .. '

Cleverly written, tells a great story, meter near perfect. So enjoyed this Hallowe'en poem, Viv!

[Viv Wade]

Thanks, Emmajoy. Just thought I'd have a go at jumping on the Halloween bandwagon! :)