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12-13-2023

Forrests secrets

By Petra Van GeenenPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
12-13-2023
Photo by Artem Maltsev on Unsplash

This mad magician

Lifted one finger

Ate a frog, burped

Pointed his powers at

me, Witch of the West

And mesmerized,

Cleaning out the kettle

I bowed my head

Mumbled a few words

Of ancient wisdom

Stumbled in the dark

Parked my broom

Next to his flying carpet

I met my musing match

Right then and there

Resistance was inane

- main drops to the river

- rainbow sky high

- third eyes opening-up

Smoking signals into clouds

Allowing fertile rain

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Petra Van Geenen

ESL-writer, blogger, poet and published author. Would-be journalist. Devoted member of the writer's community Writing.com.

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