October Challenge “Eye of Newt, Wing of Bat”

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    October Challenge “Eye of Newt, Wing of Bat”

    This is a “regular” month, therefore, entrants must post their own entries this month.

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    The prompt for this month's challenge, as chosen by Gumby is: Eye of Newt, Wing of Bat

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    Blind Bats and Skinny Newts

    eye of newt wing of bat
    tail of cat add some fat
    sing soulful songs in rhyme
    in mezzo measured time
    with a tidily dash of puckered lime and
    a pithily pinch of sweet-lipped thyme

    stir to the left
    stir to the right
    dance a wiggly wobbly jig
    throw in a dried up freckled fig
    mix in some toes fingers and bows
    have a clown fart and jump up and down
    and slap him if you see him frown

    fire up the pot make sure it’s hot
    and enjoy a delicious witchy cappuccino

    ©Robert F. Callaci
    all rights reserved
    Nature weeps, the devil sings
    at mans greed and pride
    and what it brings

    Just lots of useless
    little things

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    October Challenge “Eye of Newt, Wing of Bat”


    Squish Squash
    Bzzzz bzzzz
    Busy are we
    Like vampires

    From kill 2 kill
    I get bitten
    From bloodthirsty mosquitoes
    Buzzing in my room

    Falling like poisonous shurikens
    Those newt-eyed bats stab my skin
    Leaving big fat juicy welts
    Hiding within

    Squish squash
    Bzzzz bzzzz
    No stopping
    This inevitable plague

    Either bite or be bitten
    The mosquito’s motto
    As I lay anticipating
    Their next strike
    Last edited by ladygarmadone17; October 15th, 2020 at 05:25 PM.

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    Down on the beach we buried his phone
    Not the I-phone, it was his old phone
    From the drawer.
    Martha spat on the damned thing
    And a sandcastle later we stripped down
    danced round the hill of sand
    In bikinis chanting
    Death to Jonathan Broadhouse
    What a stupid name
    The tide arrived, flooded electronics
    Very satisfying I think everybody agreed
    As a team of women
    desperate for a pee
    And then, sun setting, the most dreadful incident
    Occurred the musical interlude, techno tingle
    Sent a shiver up our spines
    Who would call at such an ungodly hour?
    We never discovered.
    Of course, bitterly disappointed,
    some witch I said.

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    In the misty glen
    a single claymore
    stuck hard
    in the dark
    and rocky ground
    blood still drips
    down its hilt
    smell of battle
    circles around

    Three sisters,
    dressed in white
    dance in a circle
    around the blade
    singing a death chant

    Their hollow eyes
    glowed with hellfire
    wild hair flew
    behind them like the fluttering
    of bats

    All around the low hills
    ghosts of the fallen
    gather, circling the sisters
    as the claymore slowly rises
    as if by some unknown hand

    Faster and faster as in a whirlwind
    the spectral
    warriors circle the sisters
    who scream as their flesh
    rips from their bones
    eyes explode from their sockets
    their robes turn black
    as the bowels of hell.

    One of the sisters grabs
    the floating blade
    with skeletal
    and holds it aloft
    all is silence
    as the glen fills
    with rotting corpses.

    Three ravens
    comes to rest
    on the shoulders
    of the sisters
    as they chant
    in unison
    “Go to your breakfast,
    my dears.”
    "Self-righteousness never straddles the political fence."


    "The bible says to love your neighbor. It's obvious that over the centuries it has been interpreted as the opposite."
    (sarcasm alert)


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    31 Days
    31 Nights
    October 31st
    Night of Fright
    Dripping Red Blood
    on Fangs
    So white
    Add 2 the
    of a

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    On the Wings of a Fox

    On the Wings of a Fox: A Villanelle Juxtapose

    Deep and doleful, full of doubt a desperate song takes wing.
    Ride the winds, soar high as old Turtle in the midnight sky—
    Find the Standing Stones where the Silver Selkie still sings.

    On a flute of bone, Phi calls Sky Fox to the old obsidian ring—
    the Standing Stones of Selkie Wold, wherein nightmares die.
    Deep and desperate, that song of the Sky Fox’s velvet wings.

    Phi, gaze alight, about her shoulders a Cloak of Shivers clings,
    as she cast her bright melody high to draw good Sky Fox nigh.
    Doubtful, desperate up from the darkest deep velvet wings sing.

    Skin stretched drum tight, the hum of wind floods the stone ring.
    Sky Fox, that deepest shadow in a softer night, blots out the sky.
    Stars swallowed, veiled by a Sky Fox, come on whispered wing.

    Phi clad in Shivers, tucks her flute away, rushes to get her things,
    among them her string of pearls so to lasso a Sky Fox now nigh.
    Each pearl a day in her years, betwixt her fingers slides and sings.

    By tracery touch, through the tenebrous void Phi felt the wings
    rush, brush, and bend the breezes in the Stones: It was do or die.
    Count the Sky Fox’s thrum, heed the gushes as the heart sings.
    Lasso cast. Pearls in a brass ring. Phi beneath Sky Fox swings—

    Away from the Stones, snatched high into the sweet indigo sky,
    Phi clutched tight to her rope of pearls, beneath Sky Fox swings,
    to and fro and back again, each down stroke a sleepy child’s sigh—
    so says the wind: Find the Azure Salamander Kin to gain the Eye.

    Phi heard the mutter and in her bones knew she had to at least try
    to face down that fear bloomed, fear of a horrid, conniving thing
    she fled once before, rode paper wings into the sweet indigo sky.

    Now duty and deed call her to find the All Seeing Newt’s Eye—
    to snatch it up so Pi would not reach the City of Seven Rings.
    Phi, the last line of defense for that sleepy child’s dreamy sigh.

    Hand o’er hand, Phi hauled onto Sky’s back, a bat flyin’ high—
    harnessed, round and about woven by a length of pearl string.
    Knees to neck Phi astride, rider of deep velvet in indigo sky.

    Before the wind the Fox Bat soars far above the ocean’s cry,
    Sky, the Fox Bat blind in the night, sees where echoes sing—
    Down to the billows, gunmetal waves hold the echoes’ sigh.

    Fold. Hold. Fall. Heed the billows’ call. Follow as stars die—
    Phi frees her bubble wand as Sky plunges, unfurls her wings
    on a bubble flight through the abyss to find the Newt’s Eye.

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