Sounds rough and sad to me at the same time.

Well now, Benjamin 🍷

Here, in this gobsmacking piece, is the exact point of issue I was making when you mentioned being “an undisciplined Free Verse poet” … there’s nothing about this poem but an excellent use of skillful poetic devices to command the reader to halt, proceed, imagine, and “feel” every moment, twist, turn, and diversion into your wondrously rendered world of abstract, mind-bending ambiguation, and I say this while sitting here bulge-eyed and jaw-dropped, not only from your phantasmagorical diction of verbosity, but how you’ve used white-space to create mood and imagery, while capturing and holding your readers’ spellbound attention.

Sheesh, M’Friend, it’ll take awhile to shake this one from my consciousness!
Good, really GOOD stuff, Syr Poet! Thanks for the rare experience! ⁓ Richard🖌

I feel this piece. Nice

I hear that man. Cool write.

give me a sip?

I like that a little witches brew should do. Made me smile.

What a fantastic Halloween temptress poem that gripped me as I read. Playful and seductive and so wickedly dark.

John

Cleverly penned, Brenda. Amazing Halloween write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Happy Helloween Brenda. This kicks ass! Love the atmosphere you create.

If you could syphon off the witches brew and sell it you’d be a millionaire. It’s a good job, only witches know how to make it.
Great read.
regards
James

I think I’m safe from deathorse for now. You also seem to be safe, given your lack of innocence.
😉

Ooo the reaper. This is menacing.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is mysteriously dark. It captures the power of the night.
Regards
james