Wavering mood up on the shakey block
Left to right at unnerving pace
Fell upon the black with a knock
An intense mind began to race
No, not of lines forgot
Nor trip nor stumble from the center
But a crazed character that she sought
To dwell in madness & soul to tatter
From inside out a royal scream
Perched a good half metre above
Those eyes in deep anger did gleam
Look - now pure like that a-dove
Applause, she stands and takes a bow
No hint of witchcraft in her now.
24mar08
Lit Week 2007
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i took a bow what a write.......nice piece.