Black cats are bad luck

As is the number thirteen

Some things can be done with ladders

While others are disallowed

 

Crossing fingers may frighten witches

But only if you believe

The witches are out to get you

 

The wood nymphs are dead

And in their place dances

The karma that we,

Our pitiful selves,

Help create

 

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2009

 

• Poetry