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Anais Vionet Sep 2020
By a clear mountain stream an enchantress sat skywriting.
Her bracelets seemed to jangle a melody as her arms moved.
The wind stopped blowing lest the clouds corrupt her work.

The knight, dressed in black, wore a mask and intended damage.
His knife was clenched between his teeth, as he moved noiselessly closer - breathing shallowly for stealth.

The birds suddenly stopped chirping. “Go home boy,” the enchantress whispered.
The knight blinked and froze but the enchantress did not look around.
She pulled a half-penny from a pouch, kissed it, and lobbed it into the stream.

The knight went from certain to vague - he sheathed his knife and wiped his lips.
Come, drink.” the minx motioned to the stream.
As he sipped water from his cupped hands the beautiful woman
said, “Your love will bear you two strong sons if you’re home before dark.”
The knight wiped his hands on his trousers - nodded - and ran for his horse.
The enchantress smiled to herself as she finished her unearthly poem.
a free form fantasy poem
min Jul 2020
you cast a spell on me
and to my delight,
i felt the same
tingling sensation
in my spine.
let me tell you this,
lovely enchantress —
you need not cast
a spell on me
for right from the start,
you already
enchanted me.
you keep enchanting me still.
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
The Kiss of Ceridwen
by Michael R. Burch

The kiss of Ceridwen
I have felt upon my brow,
    and the past and the future
    have appeared, an eerie vapor,
mingling with the here and now.

And Morrigan, the Raven,
the messenger, has come,
    to tell me that the gods, unsung,
    will not last long
when the druids’ harps grow dumb.

Originally published by Songs of Innocence

Keywords/Tags: Ceridwen, white, witch, enchantress, sorceress, crone, cauldron, awen, throne, Morfran, power, Wales, Welsh, Druids, Banshee, Picts, Scots, Scottish, fairies, glade, raven, gull, King Arthur, Arthurian, Morgause, Merlin, round table, knights, England, stone, Excalibur, chivalry, Camelot, Uther Pendragon, Colgrim, Saxon
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
Circe
by Michael R. Burch

She spoke
and her words
were like a ringing echo dying
or like smoke
rising and drifting
while the earth below is spinning.
She awoke
with a cry
from a dream that had no ending,
without hope
or strength to rise,
into hopelessness descending.
And an ache
in her heart
toward that dream, retreating,
left a wake
of small waves
in circles never completing.

Originally published by Romantics Quarterly

Keywords/Tags: Circe, enigma, enigmatic, enchantress, siren, enchanted, witch, goddess, magic, Ulysses, pigs, sty



Moon Lake
by Michael R. Burch

Starlit recorder of summer nights,
what magic spell bewitches you?
They say that all lovers love first in the dark...
Is it true?
Is it true?
Is it true?

Starry-eyed seer of all that appears
and all that has appeared—
What sights have you seen?
What dreams have you dreamed?
What rhetoric have you heard?

Is love an oration,
or is it a word?
Have you heard?
Have you heard?
Have you heard?

I believe I wrote this poem in my late teens, during my “Romantic Period.”



Tomb Lake
by Michael R. Burch

Go down to the valley
  where mockingbirds cry,
  alone, ever lonely . . .
  yes, go down to die.
And dream in your dying
  you never shall wake.
  Go down to the valley;
  go down to Tomb Lake.
Tomb Lake is a cauldron
  of souls such as yours —
  mad souls without meaning,
  frail souls without force.
Tomb Lake is a graveyard
  reserved for the dead.
  They lie in her shallows
  and sleep in her bed.

I believe this poem and "Moon Lake" were companion poems, written around my senior year in high school, in 1976. In addition to having similar titles, they had similar "staircase" indention styles. According to my notes, I modified "Moon Lake" two years later in 1978, at which time the poem was substantially finished. I then modified "Tomb Lake" in 1981, but must have forgotten about it, because I don't show that I ever submitted the poem for publication or did anything with it for more than 40 years. Keywords/Tags: Moon, Lake, Lakes, Water, Reflection, Reflections, Image, Imagery, Mirror, Magic, Magician, Seer, Prophet, Shaman, Spell, Spells, Enchantment, Sorcery, Bewitchment, Bewilderment, Incantation, Rhapsody, Love Talk, Love Potion
San-Pei Lee Jul 2019
The sky flower
Awaits the hour
When the trees and clouds meet
And the skies and oceans collide
When all that was shrouded in mist
Will transform to a vernal dawn
By the winged wand
Of the enchantress of our
Dreaming Earth
Justus May 2019
After a satisfying fried catfish
dinner with collards and a sweet potato
I went for a stroll in the nearby plaza
I entered the Publix with a sweet treat
on my mind
And there I saw the watermelon woman
that made my mouth water instead
She was cutting up samples to be
passed out while wearing a sliced
watermelon costume
Long black hair rested on one of her shoulders
A small scar on the side of her mouth
was noticeable, but it was completely
overshadowed by her gaze
Our eyes met, and I was locked in
I smiled softly in reaction to the silliness
of the dichotomy between the woman
and the watermelon
A pineapple would've suited her much better
She responded to me by giving her own
slightly nervous smile
She offered me a sample, which I took
then she began to speak to me with her
chin pointed down towards the table
Her eyes never broke contact with mine
"They're two for one today. Really good too.
You should buy some."
"Have you tried it?"
"No, but I can tell. I can smell it."
How I'd love to try her out
Her body language said that she
was self-conscious, insecure
Yet her eyes told me that she was a lioness
ready to be dominated
I left the store empty handed
A missed opportunity on my part
It's been a while since I've done any farm work
but if I see the watermelon woman again
I'll plant seeds
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
रोसनी लगे फिका, जब हो तुम मेरे सामने ———२
झुठभी मानु सही जब हो तुम मेरे वाहोमे ———२

निगाहेँ मच्ले, अाँचल झुकाके
धड्कने उछ्ले, आवाज सुनाके
छुप्ता नही देरतक दिलकी अब ए बाँतेँ
कित्ना भोला, सुहाना हे चेहरा तुम्हारा

रोसनी लगे फिका, जब हो तुम मेरे सामने
पहेले, बहुत पहेले तुम, क्यूँ नमीले मुझे
तरासा हरजगा नमीले तुम सामने
हर खुबसुरती मिल्ता, कहाँ, मुफ्तमे
बनानेकोे लग्ता बक्त ज्यादा, कम लग्ता तोड्नेको  ——२
निगाहेँ मचले————
धढ्कने उछले————
छुप्ता नही—————
कित्ना भोला, सुहाना—————

इसी तरह तुम मुझे क्या देखती रहोगी रात भर  ——२
कम पढे तारिफेँँ तुम्हारी बस समझना प्यार हमारी
मेरी धढ्कन अब करेँ हर बक्त तारिफेँ तुम्हारी
साँस रुकिहो अब, बक्स् करो, जान हमारी
निगाहे मचले————
धढ्कने उछले——————
छुप्ता नही——————
कित्ना भोला सुहाना——————

रोसनी लगे फिका जब हो तुम मेरे सामने
झुठभी मानु सही जब हो तुम मेरे वाहोमे
Genre: Romantic  Gazal
Theme: Beloved || Enchantress || Angel
Leo Janowick Nov 2018
Promulgated between shadows, and lamentations burning between the flames of hell, and touching the sky with my hands,
Under the divine keeper of your lips,
Among the groans of my body, which shakes with such dementia by being possessed, in such a way between these walls,
Missing kisses and my forbidden caresses,
Looking between my lap
Who wants to fold in my warm body, you arrive and you possess me with so much brutality, I am hell and glory, who you extremes your body with my kisses ohh in this dark night where you only hear my scream sl feel your mouth bite my ******* ***** , you need to feel your lips walk in my warm and soft skin, which cries to feel the warmth of your body that numb my senses in the darkness by calling lovers, of. Stolen hours in this distance...
I am the enchantress of your nights of love...
I am that you call in silence the one who seeks to love in the nights of intensity... the wet of my caves I want to deliver my nectar on your lips, playing with my body, thirsty of love,
Zachary G Nov 2018
Her beguile
His trial
Her smile
The beginning
The ending
Cycling
Pushing and pulling
Her *****
Wraps around my
Soul
Leader of
Deception and love
Failure of empathy
I’m ensnared
Bardo Mar 2018
One Summer's night looking out the
   back window at the back garden
My! I couldn't get over it, how bright it
    was
You'd think the sun was still shining
The Big Moon casting its ghostly pallor
    over everything
Like an Enchantress's dark spell
The strange cold beauty of it, it held
    me enthralled
I could only stand there watching,
    silently in awe;
Suddenly, a peculiar thought came
    into my head
I smiled at its outrageous suggestion
Then grabbing my sunglasses and my
    old deck chair
I went out into the garden and sat right down there underneath the stars
Bathing in the silvery light of the
    moon's cold rays,
Well I tell you, all the night creatures
   going about their night business
They all did a double take "Hey, that's the funny human bloke, what's he
    doin' out this late",
Even the cat came over and rubbed her eyes," Wait a minute ", she said, " this isn't right, you're not supposed to
    come out at night ":
Sensing their curiosity and their
    general discomfiture
I lowered my shades and looking at them all gathered there in the shiny
    bright dark, I said
" Don't worry gang, don't be alarmed,
    no! don't be aghast
It's only.... well, it's only Great Art.

                         II

I don't know
But it seems
Wherever I go
Great Art is never far behind
In tow.
A bit of whimsy. Happy St Paddy's Day.
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