tremor of water

A tremor of water.

The skip of a fish.

Bullfrogs splash dismally 

to the abyss.

All promises offered 

between one and six 

seem currently haunted 

by an angry bell witch

from a pool where her 

waterfall dances and laughs

she threatens to drink 

out men’s living by halves

If the stones that were 

pocketed deep in our dreams

were deposited in 

her cavern of screams

and thoughts spoken aloud

between one and six 

are no longer silenced 

by an angry bell witch

this all-hallows evening the 

curses will lift

and houses for haunting 

shall blissfully shift