prompted by: Uut's Ekphrasis prompt: Modern Gallery Project

Three Witches Plotting



Adlar, Adalwulf, & Alda.
There’s storms a-brewin’,
round up the dogs:
Crow, Moon, & Thump.

The sky is still & green,
won’t be long till the turnin’.
Won’t be no, bright-dew breakfast
in the mornin’.

Let’s get done to paintin’
the brew through the hills
the rain in pastels;
tiny flicks of berry hits.

Hurry, before the nettles twitch-
flame and the kingdom sire wakes
to start the gore-glinting,
and we have to wear a face.