Writing For G.O.T

Black Magic Woman (B&W Final Cut #44)

111 words, 28 lines
Free Verse


they’re flying in flocks
in the middle
of the empty highway
in dark black outfits
and pointy hats.
the crows are cawing
other birds making way.
the sky is flaming red
as are the lanes.

she lands her broom
on the front of my car
while I can see
she’s listening to me
or possibly, the song
coming from my CD
Santana’s Black Magic Woman
“Turn your back on me, baby
Got your spell on me, baby!”

That is when I see
my own reflection
on the windshield
listening
with my eyes wet
and I think
it has to be her potion
injected in those words
to bring back
that old memory.

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Prompt: Spells and potions, witches and their notions...