Black Spring
Although Halloween isn't prominent in Australia, nor were Witch trials, I always liked to think that somewhere out in the thickness of the Australian bush, there was a private trial that took place on All Hallows Eve. This holiday in Australia falls in spring rather than autumn/fall.
Swinging in my nightgown
From the old Gum tree
Where the dew of the crimson bottlebrush
Is ever carefree
He pushes me back and forth
Once, twice, a thousand times
Where the banksia and wild thyme
Always thrive.
Coupled on our blanket
Amongst the tall grass green
Once our little picnic
Now relished by ants and soft decay
A peaceful vignette.
Sunning by the Billabong
Dozing to the lullabies
Of the crickets and the flies
Sewing you up in my daisy chains
Your voodoo heart belongs to me
Abandoned all past devotions
For now, you bow to me.
But...
Our love was doomed to bloom
You refuted your damnation
No longer under my spell
"WITCH!"
And a rope was swiftly
hitched
And when I closed my eyes and collapsed
The world's light Went out with me
And so I swing in my nightgown
From the old gum tree
Where the kookaburra laughs
As he sits with glee
Our blanket floating in the Billabong
The tall reeds bend back with the wind
All Hallows Eve is in the air
But in the springtime
It's hella rare.
About the Creator
Rose Dove
πΏπΎπ»π πΌππΎππΆπππ πππ; a curation of personal pieces and poems that carry glimpses into my past and present.
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