New Moon Spell

New Moon Spell short poem

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in the backwoods of the
Louisiana bayou, voodoo
is alive and well…
Calling on fire, wind, earth
and water in the shadow of
the torch lights as the
dance of the dead is danced,
caught up in a trance like
frenzy, the high priest reads
from the book of rites and
invites the spirits to breath
from our cup of life…
Three times the power
of three and this month is
the perfect month as Jupiter
trines Aries…
As the dance of the dead
is danced around the
sacred crystals, ancient
skulls and the brewing
cauldrons and I know these
things all too well…
In the backwoods of the
Louisiana bayou every time
the moon is new you can hear
the distance drums beating
to a voodoo ceremony as
A NEW SPELL rings out
through the night hauntingly!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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