Her Dream Irreverent

Write: A spur-of-the-moment rhyme from one of the following prompts:
The words lavender, broomstick, and cauldron must be included.
You hear a scratching at your window pane in the middle of the night.
Write about loving someone or something.
 If you get inspired and want to go crazy with it, you can add a complete poem.

Hmmm... okay.

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Her Dream Irreverent

This scratching on my window pane
will surely make me go insane!
A monster who is wont to bite
my head off on this awful night
must be the fiend, the evil one.
She's here to see the deed is done!
I just know it!

It must have been a dream I had.
I wasn't really going mad.
I'll wake my love and tell him so.
Where is that man? Where did he go?
And why's that bangled broomstick here?
My head is spinning; nothing's clear!
I am below it!

I wander to his writing desk
to pen a note and in it ask
about the mark of lavender
that's smudged onto his calendar,
that scent that from the cauldron lofts
and curls in smoky cloudless wafts
into my nostrils.

I loved him, but he loved the witch.
I'm shrouded now with one last stitch.
That noise that jarred me in the night
and gave me all but my last fright
was not a faultless dream inspired.
It heralded my life, retired.
I join the fossils.

Form: A Triple Triple-Couplet Thorn (I made it up: Three stanzas consisting of three masculine couplets in any iambic meter, one 4 syllable feminine thorn and three 5 syllable feminine thorns. I think.)