A "Witch Queen Reverie" for Today's Poem from Michael Lee Johnson
By Flapper Press Poetry Café:
The Flapper Press Poetry Café continues its series called TODAY'S POEM, highlighting one poem per article—that's right, just one—from poets from around the world.
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This week we join in the Halloween fun with a poem from Michael Lee Johnson!
Published in 47 countries, Michael Lee Johnson is an accomplished poet with 8 Pushcart Prizes and 8 Best of the Net nominations. He has created 466 poetry videos on YouTube. He is the editor-in-chief of 3 poetry anthologies, all of which are available on Amazon, and has authored several poetry books and chapbooks. Michael has administered and created 6 Facebook poetry groups. His latest book, Lost Leaves: Short Poems of Nature & Love, co-authored with Irma Kurti, is available here. He is a member of the Illinois State Poetry Society and Poets & Writers.
Witch Queen Reverie
I walk on the moonshine isle,
early night-blooming Devil's Trumpet
knotting the air with hope.
My bare feet wet with dew,
grass grasping at my ankles.
Sara moves through me like dusk fog.
Her scent of burning thyme trapped in my breath.
Sara sketches signs of magic in the air.
Her voice pulls at the deep roots,
leaving raw dirt behind.
I hear her whispering warnings, twining
like nightshade through my thoughts.
Heavy as the time I watched her leave,
in this lover’s midnight air,
the old bruise throbs.
The hurt, like a pebble in my boot,
dull aches with each step.
Yet I stand on the grass of sacred ground.
She speaks from the shadows.
Cold hands press the warmth from our hearts.
I find Sara waiting there and hear her cry out,
“I am witch, I am queen.”
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