I’m thrilled to introduce my writing friend Clayton Moon, better known as Boxer, who will be a guest poet on the blog today and several days throughout October. Boxer teaches history and psychology classes in our local high school, and has a beautiful wife and three children – one of whom I was privileged to teach and who is now a teacher himself. His wife and daughter often collaborate on his writing projects, illustrating his work.
Boxer writes with http://www.ethicalela.com during our five-day Open Writes and during #Verselove, our 30-day writing celebration of poetry during National Poetry Month in April. From time to time, we challenge ourselves and others to write creatively, and this is what Boxer wrote the week leading up to our fall break when I asked if he’d ever written a Loop Poem.
THE BLACKENED WITCH”S SHREW The Shrew 
Petite mouse scampering in the crowd, Crowded and taunting the hag loud! Loud shouting, “Hang the Witch”, with a smile. Smiling Sorcerer! that killed the poorest child. Child holds your fragile hand, Hands you the mouse- as he can? Can the mouse be saved from a stomping grave? Grave, the shrew chews your skin as you gaze, Gaze, at the witch on the stoop. Stooped over with her head in the loop. Looping eyes with heinous smile, Smiling at you, all the while. The Witch 
While the Loop swayed to and fro, Fro and above the trap below, Below the Door to my Woe, Woe swaying my undergo. Undergo, my hanging today, Today, for my murdering way, Way back when I lured them to play. Play my rhyme as I sway!! Sway a Haunting tune -did I? I Once upon October’s Eye, Eye of a killer, I cannot deny, Deny my hanging, through diabolic surprise!! Surprised children stewed on the thirty-first, First enticed with my candy- laced curse, Cursed, they recited my dreadful verse, Versed and versed till their little hearts burst! Burst as you listen to my Rhyme, Rhyme with me and you’ll be mine. Mine to put into a boiling stew, Stew you into my Shrew’s brew. Brew-Rhyme is only meant for a kid, Kid you not, but you thought I did. Did you do what you said you would do? Do you fancy your wants for only you? You are not true, True like me, Me and you are meant to be, Be the devil inside you -you see? See the Devil’s dares, Dare you let go of all your cares. Care not for life anymore? Anymore wishes- for me to ignore. Ignore the poison shrew’s core, Core out your insides- let them pour, Pour on my plate of poison sores. Sore throats allow my stanzas to soar. Soar as all our haunts become true, True death of blackened Witches Shrew. Shrew picks and nibbles at your virtues, Virtues in my bile blue are meant to hurt you. You watch me sway, mesmerized in my rhyme-say? Say my rhyme, say my rhyme today, The Blackened 
Today you have defiled you, You have become me with your bile blue. Blue eyes turn dark, Darkness now, embark! Embark on the evilness throughout time, Time is our spirit- your heart is grime, Grime with death as I sway, Sway? A witch’s demons never go away. Away with you, from my death, Death to the children, is your stealth. Stealthy I trick you to mine, Mine for all your gruesome time! Time for my torment to gorge your spirit, Spirit is dead, demons shear it…. It has taken your soul, Soul from my rhyming scroll. Scroll more- Hideous you become, Become me! My riddle must be sung. Sung by children on the thirty-first, First their blood will quench your thirst, Thirst with a sore vocal, Vocal my rhyme in their chokehold. Chokehold all the righteous to dread, Dreadful life you’ll soon be dead. Dead as me in my undergo, Undergo my swaying to and fro’. Fro’ and slo’ to hypnotize, Hypnotized you in demonic lullaby. Lullaby to the witch’s rhyming shrew, Shrew nibbled me into you. You were warned from the beginning, Beginning a life with the shrew’s rhyme ending. Ending as you drop through the loop, Loop this rhyme to the weakest in the group! Groups will stare when you are captured, Capture the shrew embrace his stature. Stature of men judge the wicked, Wicked men are judged in liquid. Liquid boiling new skin, Skin the eyes of unrighteous men. Men who judge will turn into, Into The Blackened Witch’s Shrew! 
-Boxer
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