#128 (witch-hunt)

there is a

witch-hunt

around the willows

cooling embers leaving a mark

on dried skin


eye-to-eye

predator and prey

the scales were tipped

when the hunter tripped

on a root

suddenly in his path


the moss took his fall

in a distance the calls

of a family of owls

drove reassuring songs

to the clearing


the witches eyes blazed

as she spun him around

trapped him inside a maze

beneath sacred tree ground

and his head dangled soon

upside-down


while the moles kept him fed

with earthworms and some root

he most certainly went mad

once he started to hoot


10th February 2017

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.