WHITE WITCHES IN THE WIND
Up the dark and barricaded staircase
with a monitor well focused between their legs
they came to digest an ego
caress ten long fingers flaming at the tips
Imbibe bright juice
heal a chequered heart
mount the focused quartz
don the weathered leather
As African hero’s of the past stare
Through windows draped in white chiffon
They smooth peppercorn hair
in ecstasies of bliss as delicate oil
flare their nostrils, ignite their liver
while township youth play dice upstairs
Modelling their future on one man alone
as jazz tunes are whistled from corners
the piano remains covered in velvet
with a white knight trying some stunts
And a wizard talks tales of Mecca
then prays on centre stage
They twist locks and slit bars
violet suns stream in
all is touched with gold as he glances
at their toes, skirmishes their
******* in figures of eight
On a path to the beyond
White witches in the wind
©GhairoDanielsPoetry2003
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 2:48 AM UTC
WHITE WITCHES IN THE WIND
Up the dark and barricaded staircase
with a monitor well focused between their legs
they came to digest an ego
caress ten long fingers flaming at the tips
Imbibe bright juice
heal a chequered heart
mount the focused quartz
don the weathered leather
As African hero’s of the past stare
Through windows draped in white chiffon
They smooth peppercorn hair
in ecstasies of bliss as delicate oil
flare their nostrils, ignite their liver
while township youth play dice upstairs
Modelling their future on one man alone
as jazz tunes are whistled from corners
the piano remains covered in velvet
with a white knight trying some stunts
And a wizard talks tales of Mecca
then prays on centre stage
They twist locks and slit bars
violet suns stream in
all is touched with gold as he glances
at their toes, skirmishes their
******* in figures of eight
On a path to the beyond
White witches in the wind
©GhairoDanielsPoetry2003
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