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POETRY BY PATRICIA L. STOVER

PATRICIA STOVER

Patricia L. Stover is a lover of horror and all things cute and fluffy. When she isn’t writing, she spends her time at home in Oklahoma with her seven-year-old son, cat, two dogs and chickens. She can often be found on the banks of Lake Texoma with a fishing pole.

You can find her writings by visiting her website: www.patriciastover.wixsite.com/patriciastover or on her Facebook page. 

THE WITCH’S FARM

Pink and white buttercups grow
in the corner of a tiny vegetable garden.
While the white Billy goat
with the yellow eyes
chews his cud.
The birds sing in a nearby acorn tree
and a cotton cloud
floats gently over the sun.

Wildflowers,
yellow, red, and blue,
circle the cottage.

Where a little old witch lives.
Her long, silver hair over her shoulders,
a crick in her back
and a gray cat in her lap.

Gourds and glass windchimes hang from the porch,
singing a tune each time the breeze blows.
Lulling the gentle witch to sleep.

WHERE THE WATER MEETS THE SKY

A cottage by the beach
Where the salty breeze blows.
The smell of brine and fish.
Seagulls diving.

The sun sets on the horizon,
A marvelous magenta sky.
Fire where the water meets
And no soul to be seen.

The warm sand between my toes,
I inhale, deep
All the smells of the sea.

GLIMMER

Glimmer is more
Than just a shining light.
It’s the thing
That brings you solace
On a stormy night.

A yellow iris
In the mid-morning light
That shimmers golden
When the sun hits just right.

When the ocean breeze
Kisses your skin
And the briny scent
As the waves crash in.

Whippoorwills calling
In the full moon’s light
Or a firefly’s glow
When dusk turns to night.

It’s the things
We hold onto
When the worlds
Gone all wrong.

Its more than one word
Or even a song.
It’s the thing that
Gives us hope
And moves us along.