Coven Poem by Ted L Glines

Coven
by Ted L Glines

Being bored with life contrary
as a Pagan solitary,
I went and joined this famous coven
expecting magick, frights, and lovin,
but I found myself surprised
as I quickly realized
that this circle they called witchy
was really rather (*beepy*) ,
there was DancingSpiderGirl
being rude to Satan's Pearl
while our Priestess grandly lurked,
casting spells which never worked,
and the incense overpowering
made me want to pause for showering,
but - I spied the cauldron stewing,
bubble boiling it was brewing
eyes of newts and dragon tooth
(potion for eternal youth?) ,
but nay - twas never meant for drinking,
just a prop for arcane thinking,
meant to entertain us all
at this (*beeping*) witches' ball.


Author's Notes: Some covens are like that (maybe most of them) , wannabes all in halloween garb, entertaining themselves as best they can. Whether punk, witchy, Goth, (baptist?) , it's as real as your own belief. You'll know the craft when it finds you. Or not. Osio!