The Witches Of Thessaly Poem by Steve Trimmer

The Witches Of Thessaly



In Thessalia
Sorceresses chant
Whilst prosemen rant
In prosopopeia

Away from axioms
Witches find their meed
Athame is I, they need
Devoid of urban maxims

Black deadpan face
Perchance see I
A twinkling eye
Neath black cloak and lace

Statesmen fear
The Witches of Thessaly...................and so they should

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Steve Trimmer

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Manitoulin Island, Ontario
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