The Witching Hour

When the night streets are austere when none stirs and speaks,

When the moon and stars vanish beneath the snow congealed peaks.

When the air is thick as if it’s holding its breath,

When everything around seems forlorn, vanquished with death.


All at once the gusty trees awoke from the whimsical spell,

There was a vicious cackle from behind the high hill swells.

And without content to wait any longer, out gawped a threesome of filthy witches,

The set of them had ghastly limps and hideous unruly twitches.


They smirked and muttered with their grime caked binders,

As they chewed at and spat at and sat at their grinders.

Stirring around the pot, at something truly ugly and unobtrusive,

Grunting about ingredients cheap and inexpensive.


“Eyes of toad and lizards tail

I’ m quiet sure it’s not to fail

Horns of ox and cow and bull

Tear drops sad, three cups full

Dead man’s nail clippings,

And fried snail snipping’s

Here I mix and there I stir

The perfect remedy for cross eye blur.”




9 thoughts on “The Witching Hour

    • Thank you, Ma’am! Deep in my minds eye I was a bit stumped if it was really you and once my eyes set on the bitter-sweet truth I relieved myself from further hallucination. I am getting worked up and its raining cats and dogs of irresistible anticipation!!


    • Thank you, Ma’am. Hope you are doing well. Its a pleasure having heartfelt reviews about things I have done gingerly and eagerly like passing a ground with camouflaged quick sands to reach a wondrous outcome.

  1. Super alka.. you seem to be determined to use words which i have never heard or read. Anyway thank you for pushing me out of comfortzone

  2. Thrilled to read.You have created a frightful atmosphere with magical words.But why always witches & demons.Drive them away. Try pleasant subjects also.

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