Witches’ Brew (96 words)

 

Witches’ Brew

Stir the cauldron, stir it well
until its contents start to jell.
Don’t have a look or you will shiver
over gnat eyes, bat wings, liver.

A witch’s curse and zombie’s howl
season this concoction foul.
Want to have a little sip?
Bring close your tongue. Thrust out your lip

toward this putrid, icky treasure.
Here’s a spoonful for your pleasure.
Now that you’ve had a little dose,
don’t look so startled and morose.

Such behavior’s never seen
in witches’ houses on Halloween.
Put away your groans and pouts.
It’s not as bad as brussels sprouts!!!

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29 thoughts on “Witches’ Brew (96 words)

      1. slmret

        Halloween has not been a happy celebration for me — I hated it as a kid, and as an adult I make an attempt either to be with other people or doing away-from-home activities such as going to a movie, etc.

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      2. slmret

        Would you believe I don’t even know yet what’s showing. I may just go out to supper and come home to read in my living room, where lights can’t be seen from outdoors.

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      3. slmret

        The first year I was alone, in the mid-60’s, I saw Sydney Poitier’s A Patch of Blue, a low-budget movie on racial attitudes. Even then, I sat in the car and sobbed before I could drive home!

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    1. slmret

      It was a combination of things — the movie itself, in which the judge made a decision he didn’t like, banged down the gavel, and left the room, all in one motion; my own recently completed divorce, and the oddness at the time of being alone; Halloween itself — all combined to intensify the movie and its message.

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    2. slmret

      Good heavens — no need for apology! That was just one of my Halloween stories, and the others are no better — one Halloween in Hawaii I had gone home from work. I was spending the evening with a co-worker — I was to pick her up after work and go to her house. When I was ready to leave my home, I found a termination letter under my apartment door (that’s another story in itself). That story became known among my colleagues as the “Halloween Massacre!” There seems to be something about Halloween ~ ~ ~ It’s the only day of the year that I don’t like to be alone, but I’ve learned to hide pretty successfully, and can deal with it that way! 🙂

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  1. slmret

    Hmmm — a margarita sounds good this evening! I seem to be in a story-telling mood these days — people have told me I should write a book of all my memories like those above!

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