We went flying today
My besom buddies and I
High up in the star studded sky
Practicing how we’ll say trick or treat
When we got tired
We rested on the sickle moon
Rejuvenated by her October tune
Feeling our magic rise afired
As the sun rose©RedCat
We went happily to our beds
With the night sky singing in our heads
Dreaming of our future beaus
Yesterday there was a ghost child. Today it became teenage witches. And I learned a new word. Besom – I had no idea a witches (or traditional) broom had a name of its own.
Written for the second day of Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain (volume ii) – A Horror / Halloween Writing Prompt Challenge.