She stirs the stifling stillness of the stars
with putrid pillage from a Viking’s grave
some moonlight caught behind the prison bars
and burning blisters from a galley slave
She adds a few myopic eyes of newt
and toenail clippings from our CEO
some howl of hoes and hungry hoots
the mournful cawing of a coward crow
She shakes her hips and stirs it widdershins
and pours it gently in Martini glass
this midnight cocktail, smoking of her sins
will make you sing and dance in magic sass
And when the morning comes you’ll crave for more
it’s simply just a witch’s cure for snores
Cauldron of the sorceress by Odilon Redon
Today it is Play it again toads, and I did one to Fireblossoms Magic prompt.. I also link this to Poetry Pantry
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September 28, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
…a cure for snoring? Surely it is for so much more. Especially with those evil CEO tonsils 🙂
I LOVE this poem! I am cackling!!!!!!!!!
If only there was such a cure. Love the word, “widdershins.” It was perfect in this poem.
Please, please, please send me some of that concoction. My husband is sure to enjoy it, and me, I’ll adore it.
What a fun read Bjorn. Love the imagination in this, but do wish there was such a thing to cure my husband’s snores.
You Bjorn are a wizard with words. Nicely done.
amazing imagery here.. a bit dark, but i so love it.
Well, ha, Bjorn. I think I would rather snore than imbibe the witch’s cure.
I love how the prosaic title contradicts the ominous and macabre overtones below it–sounds more like a cure for life being concocted. And, as a bonus, a very concise and perfectly executed sonnet to wind up the spell. Really enjoyed it, Bjorn. One of my very fave Odilon Redon images, as well.
Bjorn, I think I’d rather snore. Who knows what side effects that would have. 🙂 —Susan
When you conjure, Bjorn, you don’t kid around! But toenail clippings? As long as I don’t have to hear it, I’d rather snore, ha ha ha. Fun, refreshing, and very, VERY Bjorn!! Amy
I need to mix up a batch of that, for my sonorous bed-partner.
Well, that was one hex of a sonnet (wonderfully crafted, too). And “widdershins” – Wow !
LOL a cure for snores! However, on behalf of crows everywhere, not one of them is a coward! 🙂
Rough magic. Gulp. To a tune I couldn’t resost in this frolicking sonnet. I would expct an early death rather than a new day.
Just the combination of ingredients needed indeed! Fun write Bjorn! 🙂
this was quite a treat. though I’m a little leery of having to drink such a cure.
A lot of fun here Bjorn! Very clever, very musical (much more than snores)–very evocative! A new favorite of yours. k.
this reminded me of the stories i read in my ‘myth and folklore’ class during college. also, wasn’t it the vikings who practiced with the runes? they were so vengeful and powerful, yet to practice prayer and speak to god with stones…i guess we all have a soft place inside us.
i actually have my own bag of runes. they are eerie in their accuracy most times.
great poem.
stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
ha. how can you snore when all that action is going on…a bit of the CEO as well…some interesting elements to this one…and an intriguing character you have made of her…
My my, what a brew. Fabulous piece
I think we get bedazzled by the spiel and believe anything they say will cure us. Mind you dare not argue with a willful witch.
Oh my goodness, that first stanza is MAGICAL!
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this is truly magical! you even make a sonnet fun. 🙂
Wow….I love this BJorn!! Magical dark and beautifully written…I love that last line! 🙂
Great comedy piece.