April 4 - Witches' Sabbath
(ANTI)SUNDAY SCHOOL
This dumb (w)itchy hat
Lose my broom, Mom yells at me
I hate coven school
Love the first line🖤
Chants rise flames flicker
Dark lord comes on cloven hooves
Which ones will he bless
Oh please pick me 👋
I see joy in the individuals wrongly accused of witchcraft:
Moon—a pale hostess,
Witches' feet forget the ground,
Sabbath—rapture's nest.
Sky—broomstick's comrade,
Laughter stitches star to star,
Night—unbuttoned, glad.
Cauldrons—fathom deep,
Bubble over with old spells,
Sabbath—wakeful sleep.
Flight—an art form shared,
Winged shadows kiss the air,
Joy—untamed, declared.
Rites—a woven thrum,
Each witch her thread in the hum, Sabbath—a sum.
Dawn—reluctant peep,
Stories sown are theirs to keep,
Sabbath—joy creeps.
This sounds wonderful!
Dance like no body's
Watching. Other than Satan.
That's okay. He's cool.
Satan likes it weird🖤
I had fun with this one. I'll share my favourite:
Upon the sabbath
We gather close, swap spells or
Curse those who hunt us
I love it, like a diabolical knitting circle.😈🖤
In wooded oak groves
They dance in sable darkness
Not just of the night...
Ooo I love that last line! I can think of a couple possible meanings. I love a mystery🖤
That was the intent...😉
I had fun with this one 🙃🙃
A pornography movie maker's dream....
Heh, have seen a couple of those…
Haha!
Love the subtle belongingness in your prompt.
Thank you 😊
(ANTI)SUNDAY SCHOOL
This dumb (w)itchy hat
Lose my broom, Mom yells at me
I hate coven school
Love the first line🖤
Chants rise flames flicker
Dark lord comes on cloven hooves
Which ones will he bless
Oh please pick me 👋
I see joy in the individuals wrongly accused of witchcraft:
Moon—a pale hostess,
Witches' feet forget the ground,
Sabbath—rapture's nest.
Sky—broomstick's comrade,
Laughter stitches star to star,
Night—unbuttoned, glad.
Cauldrons—fathom deep,
Bubble over with old spells,
Sabbath—wakeful sleep.
Flight—an art form shared,
Winged shadows kiss the air,
Joy—untamed, declared.
Rites—a woven thrum,
Each witch her thread in the hum, Sabbath—a sum.
Dawn—reluctant peep,
Stories sown are theirs to keep,
Sabbath—joy creeps.
This sounds wonderful!
Dance like no body's
Watching. Other than Satan.
That's okay. He's cool.
Satan likes it weird🖤
I had fun with this one. I'll share my favourite:
Upon the sabbath
We gather close, swap spells or
Curse those who hunt us
I love it, like a diabolical knitting circle.😈🖤
In wooded oak groves
They dance in sable darkness
Not just of the night...
Ooo I love that last line! I can think of a couple possible meanings. I love a mystery🖤
That was the intent...😉
I had fun with this one 🙃🙃
A pornography movie maker's dream....
Heh, have seen a couple of those…
Haha!
Love the subtle belongingness in your prompt.
Thank you 😊