Category: Rhyme
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By the Full Moon
Streets deserted Just as well Transformation occurs Folk start to yell Hunting begins Time will tell Who will see the morning And who has fell…
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Rich Witch’s Kitchen
Decadent gold with magenta lighting Pure silk cobwebs and altars enticing A place for the spell books A place for the spells Neat and tidy cupboards and jam-packed shelves Hidden broomsticks A crisp clean floor And hand-painted toadstools that surround the door This witch’s kitchen is an ideal space But far too tidy with everything…
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Reflection
On reflection Upon deeper inspection It isn’t only the mirrors that give us away. There’s our pale coloured skin And our subtle toothy grin And our eyes that work to perfection.
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Look
Observe, see the abstracticity, the shades of purpleness, the slice of green. The all-seeing eye that doesn’t give a second glance to the space between, the void, it seems, the realm of dreams where abstraction’s real and reality bland. But watch the hand and what it carries. You may need to look under… to understand.
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Magical Village
Follow the bridge To the end of the road Look ever so closely See the dragon’s nose Just passed the house By the magical village You may see it clearer When you see where its eye is… Image by Dorothe at Pixabay; posted for Eugenia’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt, Magical Village.
The Mansionic Perspective 