Ah, weary, weary wanderer,
would you were aware
of what awaits you in the wildwood where
woodcocks whirr and wild wolves lay a-lair
whilst a wicked woman, watching there,
weaves with Wiccan words and withered hands,
one by one, the willow wands
- weft and woof - a wicker web, a snare
with which to cage unwary wanderers there.
Oh, walk where'er you will but watch your way
goes not where wicked witches would waylay.
Please tell me what you think
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Creepy
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Yikers!! best not wander there.
I like the flow of this work; it really suits the message. The alliteration gives a wonderful feeling to it all.
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God, thank you.
Some good writing.
I really enjoyed this.
The alliteration was witty and wonderful.
Hahahaha, I'm a loser. Sorry.
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I've read some of your work, and so far, I like this one best... It's a painting made of words, and I think it suits your style the most.. Other poems, though simple and likable,just can't match this one..
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Hi. Many thanks. Glad you enjoyed it. Cheers, jimmy
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Very storng alliterative poem. Witty way to write with W. Great entry and keep pennin.
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Alliteratively lovely lines
Much monorhymed madness
Super sort of stuff
Properly poetical
Oh blow that
nice writing and great to see you around!
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Cheers Jeff. I've only been able to quickly peep in now and again - really busy times. Glad to see you're still as poetically productive as ever on AP - all the best to you, mate! jimmy
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