..
her spell cast
at last, she
s w o o n s
to an
ebony cloaked sky.
.
Prompted by OctPoWriMo, day 4 {belated}.
..
her spell cast
at last, she
s w o o n s
to an
ebony cloaked sky.
.
Prompted by OctPoWriMo, day 4 {belated}.
Perfection. So gorgeous.
There are not nearly enough Harry Potter references in poetry. 😉
I could live in this poem. Not “for days,” but “for ever.”
🙂 I suppose she’s gotten rid of all the stars. I love the way you draw out swoons! The title is the best!