Five Poems by Sharon Ferrante

 

What Is Wicca

 

a wise Witch

 

once told me

 

it’s fresh

cut grass

lending

its tender scent

to gifted feet

 

so I walked

 

 

We Previously

 

feared the time

what’s unseen

and a poet’s head

below a guillotine

no matter

the century

or how a bell rings

we fear

a broken tooth

chewing on

the monster things

 

 

Cherita

 

thunder quickens

 

a hawk descends

beyond the cabin

 

Leonard Cohen

pours another wine

for the traveller

 

 

Tanka

 

I’m at your door

in haunted rain

no keys! no keys!

—belladonna

at my feet

 

 

Haiku

 

lonely road

then—that one candle

in a window

 

Sharon Ferrante lives and writes in Daytona Beach, FL, her work has appeared in many anthologies and online journals and magazines. Her words are rooted in mystery, magic, fancy and whimsy. Her debut collection launched in April 2022, from Hybrid Sequence Media, “The Choir of Crickets”