Happy Poetry Friday
It's spooky time around these parts. Jack-o-lanterns, ghosts, and goblins can be seen up and down my street. It's a minor miracle I haven't broken into candy set aside for trick-or-treaters yet.
I've been playing with some of the inktober prompts for illustrators. October eleventh's word was, "sour." I struggled to find a piece of artwork inspired by that word. But, this post from Twitter fit the bill...leading to a cure for a curse. It's sort of Halloween-y.
Farm_Boy. “Barn in the Rain.” Flickr, Yahoo!, 25 Nov. 2016, https://www.flickr.com/photos/photos-by-ben/31146773782/sizes/l/.
Cure for Sour Milk
If a witch turns a cow’s milk
plant a holly tree within the hour.
A witch cannot walk, fly or creep
over, under, or ‘round holly trees.
The blood-red berries lure her there
five-pointed leaves ensnare her hair
causing the witch to wither away
until collapsing on the break of day
that burns a witch from head to feet
eyes, hands, heart, and nasty teeth.
Then a cow, safe at last,
produces sweet milk very fast.
(c) Linda Mitchell Oct. '21
Hamish has thoughts on a full moon. See them over on his padlet.
Our Linda Baie is hosting Poetry Friday round-up this week. Don't miss her gracious poetry party.