The Laughing Cauldron
I am to be a ghost of laughter
The Laughing Cauldron
Steam rose like whispered tears,
The cauldron giggled at my sorrow,
Her eyes were pools of midnight,
I felt my sadness melt with smoke.
Even the shadows joined in,
Dancing on the cracked floor,
I wanted to leave,
But her laughter held me still.
A spoon floated through the air,
Stirring dreams into nightmares,
I tried to hide my face,
But the fire found my eyes.
Smoke wrapped my arms,
The floor hummed under my feet,
I laughed at myself,
And wished she would stop.
A jar opened its many eyes,
And winked in understanding,
The walls bent and shifted,
The cauldron sang louder than fear.
I tipped the last cup,
Steam rolled over my hands,
The shadows joined me fully,
And I became a ghost of laughter.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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