When the bake sale is over
and the witches all burned,
the haunting, hateful silence returns.
She's just as here as she was yesterday.
With all the same fears that she had yesterday.
She couldn't bake them or burn them away.
She'll try
again
tomorrow.
For Open Link Night at dVerse
34 comments:
...or maybe escaping is not a better option but rather a never ending repeat of horror you created within self... smiles...
Oh, that took me by surprise. Taut writing. A bake sale obviously has some status in life?
Another damn bake sale we have all been there
well done thank you
Is it another try at success, or will tomorrow be free of such torment? Love this!
It can be hard to get rid of witches.
ugh...bake sales are places for witches arent they...ha...maybe next time...glad she at least sees a next time you know...
Love that surprise at the beginning. Fascinating! Glad there's still more chances.
She couldn't bake them or burn them away....good that she'll try again. :) Good write, MZ.
What a wonderful idea, to bake or burn away our fears!
Baking has those magickal powers of transformation, no?
Lots of things to ponder in this. Wonderful.
hmm.. I'd rather fry mine.
they seem to be resistant...maybe try garlic..? ha...tight verse mz
A baking compulsion? I could help with that.. ;)
As a woman, it's in my dna too.
What did one do before bake sales?
Fire purifies, but sometimes it's hard to find things in the smoke. I love the entire first stanza especially.
I like the homely contrast of themes in this.
If at first you don't succeed... well, I suppose, even if you do...
Nice write!
O if only an external cause existed... and even then, it might be the awe of life we fear! I ride this poem like a mo-bias strip, running into a desire for an enemy and a hope it is not me.
Anything to get those fears off you're back... burning them up you would think would work...but sometimes they reignite. Wonderful poem baked beautifully!
Anything to get those fears off you're back... burning them up you would think would work...but sometimes they reignite. Wonderful poem baked beautifully!
Love the first 2 lines. This reads to me a bit like a zen parable (I'm thinking "she" is "woman", whether witch or baker).
Need to whack the witches with a big pot.
Great rhythm. I love this line: "She's just as here as she was yesterday."
I think modern day bakers and witches look mighty fine and should be left alone. Bewitching!
Fears baked fine. Liked the verse. thanks.
cool relation of images here, love the try again tomorrow end here, so cool. Thanks
Perhaps they are so insistent because they want something...
What a smart redo of witch-burning. And so it goes...Maybe there's magic in the next batch! Nice job.
There is always tomorrow.
She's just as here as she was yesterday.
Love it. Excellent!
Oh. My. Goodness! I didn't see that coming at all. Brilliantly inventive and surprising MZ.
The ending was a twist, good one MZ ~
the ongoing cycle, beautifully rendered.
We try again and again and again, but escaping? We'll try again tomorrow.
Love the bake sale image...rich with all it implies.
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