Sisters Night and Death

In response to the weekend writing challenge over at Toads — here is a sestet (6 line poem) on the theme: Sisters Night and Death.

Blue Desires

Daughters of the moon, spectres of wind and shadow fly

like ghosts they float across a starless sky.

Words come like icy nightmare fingers, whispering they creep

sweet nightingale voices luring us, guiding us to sleep.

In their chambers, we dream of sisters death and night

carrying us away in the pale moonlight.

Copyright June 20 Stacie Eirich

I rather enjoyed writing this one today, although I must admit that at first it was difficult to write about the moon and night while the dawn was breaking outside. These summer days full of my children — the early hours before they wake are usually the only ones I have alone to sit & write. But I am a creature of the night and feel as if I may also be a daughter of the moon itself — so it wasn’t a stretch to imagine the sisters and hear their voices. In the margins of my journal I wrote: What have they come for? Our thoughts, dreams, wishes, our very souls? They are beautiful, haunting…pure. Thanks to Kerry at Toads for the challenge. 🙂


Witch’s Brew

I tried something new this morning — in response to a prompt to write some rhyme both creepy and sweet over at Imaginary Toads poetry blog. It was quite a bit of fun! Thanks to Magaly for pushing me to write something that I otherwise wouldn’t have. I couldn’t resist adding the photo below from the movie Hocus Pocus, as it kept popping up in my mind as I wrote my poem!

Witch’s Brew

Waking in darkened gloom
I work by the light of a blood red moon
Mixing a potion delicious with fright
steaming green & hot in the wolf’s moonlight.

Thick with goo my cauldron bubbles
then casting my spell, in size it doubles
A pinch of spiders & eye of newt, wool of bat & toe of frog
Add in wolve’s teeth, slip of yew & tongue of dog.

Next the skin from a snake and a dragon’s wing
I stir my cauldron as I cackle and sing
Where is my toad? Put him in my pot
Drop in some nightshade too, all that I’ve got.

The children sleep soundly until a great BOOM they hear
then scurrying down from above, curious eyes appear
Ahhh yes! I tell them, smiling sweetly, I’ll add your pretty heads to my stew
the finishing touch to my delectable witch’s brew.

Copyright June 13 2016 Stacie Eirich

*Note* To be fair, I must mention that as I wrote my poem I also thought about the 3 witches (also called 3 weird sisters) in Macbeth — and know that Shakespeare also mentioned some of the same ingredients as I’ve written into my brew. Below is a stage photo from a Macbeth production I found (though I could not find any other details on it) — seriously, who wouldn’t want to play those roles? Such delightful fun!