Post by thefleetsin on Dec 12, 2017 18:17:22 GMT
dorothy and the shadowcaster
she remembered the tornado
that had
brought her here
to oz
like it was yesterday
furniture and hay
totos nails clawed at her arms.
then the charms of the little ones
fairy-like
and
filled with a wondrous spite
for all things big
as everyone danced a jig
when
the witch died.
still
nothing had prepared her for
those eyes
like fires
in the darkest part of night
she realized
something was not right.
it was
me or that monster
that soon
must fly like a kite
or oz
would remain soiled
beyond
the redemption of
any
brand of light!
sjw 12/12/17 inspired at this very moment in time by the further adventures of dorothy in the land of oz.
from the 'bewitched series' of poems
she remembered the tornado
that had
brought her here
to oz
like it was yesterday
furniture and hay
totos nails clawed at her arms.
then the charms of the little ones
fairy-like
and
filled with a wondrous spite
for all things big
as everyone danced a jig
when
the witch died.
still
nothing had prepared her for
those eyes
like fires
in the darkest part of night
she realized
something was not right.
it was
me or that monster
that soon
must fly like a kite
or oz
would remain soiled
beyond
the redemption of
any
brand of light!
sjw 12/12/17 inspired at this very moment in time by the further adventures of dorothy in the land of oz.
from the 'bewitched series' of poems