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Bubbling Potion of Love

Written by Ann LeFlore for Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 11.  Write a poem, a prose, or a short story inspired by the image provided.

Bubbling Potion of Love

Handfuls of dead dried leaves
Slim from the bottom of the sea
Rotten eggs from the duck tales grave
Spider webs from the widows trap

Add some moldy bread from the dead mans hand
Mucky mud from the swamp monsters land
Stand back and drop them in
The pot begins to bubble with trouble

Watching the pot boil and bubble
Knowing that inside is the blood of trouble
Rising the dead from the graves
Turning the monsters into slaves

Round about the cauldron she turns
Stirring in the poisoned skin of toad
Drops the spike of a bone
Sharpened on an eagles throne

Crack the serpent’s eggs at last
The dancing dead wake from the past
Brings with them the tongue of dog
Lizard legs and fairy wing

 She finds in her jar the eye of newt
The wings of bat mix with hemlock root
Drops in a long black whisker
From the wolf hound fur

 She holds the wake of life in her spell
All she needs is the man in vain
Filled with desire and lust
Bring him here to me this night

Awaken from a dreamless sleep
Over top the darkness looms
Under the cloak of black
The face made chills run down my back

Standing over the top of me
She looked deep into my eye
The whites of the sockets is all I could see
As she hypnotized me

The next thing I remember I was there
Standing before her bubbling cauldron
Asking her why she brought me here
Knowing that I love some one so dear

She promised me a sure fire cure
With her potion she hands to me
One drop is all it takes
Guaranteed to make her love me

I run to meet her in the park
The night dusk has turned dark
She stands before my eyes
The potion starts to rise

Her eyes fill with lust for me
My hearts pounds with love and thrust
We embrace the long loving kiss
The bubble encases us within

I open my eyes to see
The horror that is before me
I look into her face and what did I see
The witch’s face looking back at me

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Long Legged Harry

Today I saw a spider

Long Legged Harry

Big and scary

His legs were all hairy

His eye were big and dark

The giant long fangs

Pointed and sharp

Like a dart

To out smart his prey

He rests on his deadly web

Waiting for food to come

Sitting by the hour

Basking in the sun

The night

Hungry as can be

The fly buzzes by

The spider jumps

As quick as could be

Snatching his prey

Sticking to his legs

Back to his web he goes

Feasting on his prey

The night goes away

Making light for another day

The poem was written by Trinity age 10 and Caleb age 8. The exercise was to describe a spider they had seen. Giving way to their imagination the children worked together. One wanting to describe a black widow and the other a tarantula.