challenge myself to write something dark and
ominous
in its honor.
Submitted to Poets & Storytellers Anonymous
October 25, 2020
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BLUE MOON
October’s blue moon cast an eerie glow
over the bayou cypress.
The spittle flinging demons lurked in the shadows
and serpents coiled silently
on the limbs above.
Swamp witches stirred their cauldrons
with bleached bones of questionable origin, casting
curses and muttering voodoo spells.
Corvids peered from their perches
through the swamp mist, beady eyes
searching for their next victim.
Woe to the
unsuspecting traveler
who ventures
into the bayou
under a
blue moon.
Seeing the first entry I searched to for your Sunday post and I found it a few sceonds before you put the replacement up. Well you persuaded me to avoid wandering around at night which is always scary even without demons and swamp witches!
ReplyDeleteSorry for confusion. Blogger made one of their mysterious changes, and my Blue Moon ended up on the wrong blog!
DeleteThis makes me want to avoid the bayou, Beverly. (shudder)
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for suggesting "Blue Highway". I'm going to get a copy and vicariously travel. The review stated it was about "those little towns that get on the map...." - I grew up in a speck on the map!
I hope you enjoy it, Joel. Let me know!
DeleteOoh, I started shuddering at 'spittle flinging demons'.
ReplyDeleteyou set up the mood pretty well here. i don't want to go into a swamp at night, especially under a blue moon. :)
ReplyDeleteBlue is your color ......
ReplyDeleteThose lurking demons made me shudder. There is something extra eerie (and scary) about fiends (the lack manners) hiding in the shadows. I shall keep my eyes open, if I ever visit the bayou... in a blue moon.
ReplyDeleteNot a place I'd want to visit under a blue moon! **shiver**
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