GloPoWriMo: Day 8

It’s the eighth day of GloPoWriMo and today’s prompt was to take a leaf from Shelley’s book, and write a poem 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. Poetry is like that (at least when you’ve been reading Shelley!).

I have written a poem which describes a curse.  I hope you find it interesting.

Curse

Creeping tendrils of darkness
Sliding into your heart
Blue and purple fog
Enveloping your mind
Heavy sharp flint
Splitting your skin
Cracking you open
Burning your flesh
Your heart
Your mind

A curse
Sent from no-one in particular
From nowhere in particular
Ever returning
Never leaving forever

The Ebony Canine

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