February 07, 2009

the witching hour

Witches and wizards conjure spells
To break us free from the blocks on blank pages
Goblins and elves sing a merry song
As they throw pity and shame into fire-filled furnaces
It is the witching hour
When the world sleeps
And the words should come
They don't
In hiberbation it seems they are
Leaving writers and poets in perpetual winter
Look to the children
And rediscover the world
Where colours are bright
And the grey glistens with gloss
For in the witching hour
The words must come
The blank page must be filled
The balance must be re-gained
Inspire souls once more with your thoughts
Make their hearts dance
Their eyes see
That there is beauty in words that speak truth
When life is lived in honesty


I K Nakueira said...

great style, beautiful ending! kp writing

sheena said...

i like this poem that deals with the struggle to write meaningfully - great images and I agree, a thought-provoking ending

AfroSays said...

i fear that my witch leaves me soon. A divorce at midnight.

Teach me to keep her?