Neighborhood Crone


Corrugated face
wispy strands of grey
back bent with time
she hobbles down the road
destination unknown.
Neighborhood crone
we watch with fear
the mirror of how
we shall soon become.

She mutters incantations
to ghosts we can not see
crossing our path
with timeless misery.
I see that crone in me.


  1. i had felt the magic within you, time to see this magick will follow me to our destiny…


Share your thoughts if you wish.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s