A Coven

Today’s writing is a double golden shovel poem taken from two lines of Elizabeth Willis’s “The Witch”

A Coven 

Isn’t Salem a coven? 

There a witch feels 
something she desires – a 
witchlike wind known to stir 
about the streets. Walk
a block there – rather like a
sleepwalker, more enchanting than one who can’t be charmed, who 
wanders as if carried 
through the village or flown on 
the broom or cart-pushed into the house, taken in by those 
with magical powers – a spell that
matches a levitating cart

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