Posted in Poetry, Writing

Twisted Spell



She studied lore and craft
Her heart’s desire to obtain.

She used bat’s wings and chants
And even a little wolfbane.

She locked him in a cage
And cast spells on him each night.

She summoned demons and beasts
And trolls by moonlight.

She took flight with Count Dracula
To learn of his secrets.

Nothing she tried seemed to work
Was this man her weakness?

Finally, defeated
She turned him loose one day.

She said “although I love you
You must be on your way”.

“Your love is what I’ve desired
But it can’t be earned like this.

Before you leave my home
Would you grant me just one kiss?”

He looked at her with kindness
And took her hand with care.

He pulled her close and kissed her
And then he gave her such a glare.

“Although I’ve kissed your lips most foul
You’ll not live to see another nightfall

I am a warlock casting my own spell
I'll turn you into a rat; quite small.”

Before his eyes, she shrank
And began to grow a snout.

She scampered away quickly
To look for a way out.

Before you cast a spell
on the man of the moment.

Use caution, for he may seek revenge
by turning you into a rodent.

Copyright © 2022 Penny Wilson

*Happy Halloween All!   I hope you enjoyed!  🙂

Posted in Poetry, Writing

Premature Murder


I am being dragged 

My feet splayed out behind me
scuffing the tips of my boots 

A small cloud of dust
encompasses me
as I hold on
for all I am worth  

There are days when I have control
of the thing
and days
like today
when I do not 

I knew its course 

It had been targeting my antagonist
for some time 

I wanted him dead too 

But not now 

Not yet 

To my amazement
it struck  
without hesitation 

Dragging me 
through the blood and the gore
I had no choice
but to become part
of the appalling onslaught

The cursor savored
the joy
within the protagonist
as it ends the life of
the villain 

The cursor has won

Today

I’m breathless
my pulse is pounding

I finally release my hold
on the cursor

My hands shake
as I add the final period

End of scene

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
*With it being close to Halloween, I thought this might be a 
fun post to repeat.  I hope you enjoyed this. 

Continue reading “Premature Murder”

Posted in Poetry

Endless Summer


You smelled of 
Patchouli

The Stones were on 
the turntable

Smoke 
was in the air

Boone's Farm Strawberry was
the flavor of your kisses

That summer,
endless

Our youth, more powerful 
than we ever knew

We were bulletproof 
and would live forever

Tomorrow 
was a given

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
Posted in Poetry

Fool’s Errand


I repeatedly relive
that day.

You were at my fingertips,
once.

Foolishly, 
I let you go.

Trying to change the past,
is a fool's errand.

Now the search begins
anew.

I thought I found you 
in a smile. 

Just a wish.

My illusions 
tease me.

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
Posted in Poetry

Rusty Knight

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It had been so cold and alone, those days in the dark.

There was a sadness on her soul and also in her heart.

She looked to the stars, the moon and the sun.

Warmth had turned it’s back, she thought she was done.

A Knight appeared before her and reached out to take her hand.

He was unlike any other in this unforgiving land.

His eyes shone bright, through the armor of rust.

He was covered with honor, love and trust.

The armored arms enveloped her; strong but soft and warm.

She was safe, she was safe, she would come to no harm.

She looked up into the eyes of the Rusty Knight’s eyes of green.

Her soul was being cared for, like it had never been.

He said “Take my hand M’lady, for treasures are laid before you.”

“Treasures more precious than diamonds.  Your soul to be born anew.”

“Your soul in my care will be loved adored and cherished.

Let no dragon cross my path or it is he who will perish.”

She laid her heart at his feet and trembling, took his hand.

Her future was in his eyes, her past now a wasteland.

*Copyright 2022 (C) Penny Wilson

**This is an oldie originally written way back in 2014. Slightly tweaked here for it’s 2022 debut.  I hope you enjoy.  

Posted in Poetry

Color of Clouds #writephoto



People think that
your eyes are blue

I know better

the real you
the one you show
only to me

I know
your eyes
are the color of
clouds
against a blue, blue sky
with flecks of light

no,
flecks of sunshine

they are the color
my heart longs for
on cold winter days

the color of clouds

© 2018 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday
#writephoto prompt. If you would like to get in 
on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.