Cobweb Cottage

Cobweb Cottage


Whispering welcoming echoes,

Purple smoke sweeps

Like spectres across

The threshold.

Firelight flickers,

Glowing chintzy cobwebs

Weeping waves

around window panes.

Twisted hazel,

Musty myrtle,

Wise woman’s cozy coven.

Over the last few nights, I have watched the moon grow full. I have been walking in it’s magical light and spooky shadows listening to nature’s snuffles and hoots. Tonight it is full,so I thought this little poem rather appropriate.

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      • 🙂 My laptop has died, and I am undergoing major digital surgery. Wish me luck I get the full use of my data back! Warmly, Brenda

          • Thanks! I’ll find out soon if there’s any hope of getting my photos back or not. Sigh. We are traveling tomorrow to Florida, sun and fun. A whole week away. I’m feeling giggly if it weren’t for my laptop… Hope you are well, Brenda

              • Thanks, I am surely on a reduced blogging schedule. Kids are kings (and princess) this week. 🙂 Peace and Joy, Brenda

  1. Hi. I like the photo and your poem. The poem gives a real feeling of coziness in the midst of this dreadful weather. Not sure about the use of the word ‘coven’, which has a note of witchcraft about it, and does not chime with ‘cozy’. Hope you don’t mind this tiny crit. In all other respects I love it. John.

  2. Lovely, Ive been attempting to photograph the moon, I’ve come to the conclusion that you need a really amazing camera with lots of bells and whistles. Glad you’re enjoying walking in the moonlight. 🙂

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