Mirror Shards and Hissing Cats

On the thirteenth day
of the hottest noon of summer,
the Witch cracked seven mirrors
while dancing with her black cats.

Her neighbors whispered of unluck,
painted blood crosses over shut doors,
self-flogged for mercy
and screamed prayers of, “Forgive her!”

By sunset, the lone Witch stood
on an in-between place; ready for the oncoming fight—

mirror shards and hissing cats offer some protection,
but the most ruthless of the Fair Folk would not resist
the alluring call of fresh blood and fear-fattened screams.

for Magpie Tales 278

Woman in Black and Train Tracksvia

31 thoughts on “Mirror Shards and Hissing Cats

  1. Darn evil fairies. Those guys are jerks. ;-p Fun write. Will you post it at Magpie? I’m curious to see what some others will say. I’ve gotten to know them a bit better, from their comments, and some of them will love this, while others will be painting red crosses on their doors and praying for you. :-p

    • I’ve been flying with the Magpies for some years, and you are right: the reactions will be mixed, but that’s a good thing. Who knows, we might get lucky, and the differences might start some enlightening dialogue. 😉

  2. Ooh, I really like these:

    “By sunset, the lone Witch stood
    on an in-between place”

    “the alluring call of fresh blood and fear-fattened screams”

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