Earn A Poem Workshop 1

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This poem is part of the challenge:

Where the Woods Whisper

In whispering woods, where shadows play,
A cabin stands, at close of day.
There dwells a soul, both kind and bright,
Known to her dear ones as just "Cat," a light.

But when the moon begins to gleam,
And casts its silver, softest beam,
A different magic starts to rise,
Reflected in her thoughtful eyes.

By candlelight, a gentle glow,
Her poet's heart begins to flow.
With pen in hand, and words that weave,
The secrets that her spirit believe.

Three furry shadows, soft and small,
Observe her muse, enthrall them all.
A purring chorus, low and deep,
While inspiration starts to leap.

And on the couch, in slumber deep,
Her loving husband finds his sleep.
A peaceful haven, safe and sound,
Where gentle enchantments can be found.

So let the wildwood softly sigh,
Beneath the vast and starlit sky.
For in that cabin, warm and true,
The candlewitch creates anew.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: USA the bay state, United Kingdom, Australia, South Africa, Nigeria, Canada, Europe, USA

Favorite Poets: Dylon, George Harrison, Leonard Cohen, Jess, Rett, Black Mountain Gang

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Comments

Candlewitch

1 month 1 week ago

It is you, who have knocked me on my @ss with this poem!!! I am totally surprised and overjoyed by your creative energy and giving spirit! I cannot choose favorite lines as I love the whole poem. Thank you for this generous gift of appreciation!!!

xxx, Cat