A Poet’s Haven Challenge created by Alan Boles

This poem is written by Bonnie Jennings

Reading the spells carefully memorizing the lines
Practicing the rhythms with certainty of time
Purposed intently the mantra heralds harbingers
The creatures it brings by wagging the forefingers

Birds flitting surrounding her hair
Pearls and black lace and a key of the heirs
Tempestuous tendrils for God’s sake
Tattoos with his name and a book of snakes

There will be no escaping the spell that she casts
The prince has no hope unless he reverses the past
The Gothic Red Witch has spellbound him
And that, my friend, is simply sad and grim