August 23, 2010

Do you remember
We used to burn witches
In the forest

I was head inquisitor
(armed with a broomstick)
And you were my wife
In the polka dot dress

We fought the heretics
With cleansing fire
From the magnifying glass
Stolen from grandfather’s desk

And then the voice
Calling us home
For pie (newly baked)
And milkshakes


5 Responses to “Inquisitor”

  1. sdaedalus said

    These are really good. Thanks for sharing them.

  2. forpuck said

    Thanks for reading them!

  3. Kavita said

    Loved and enjoyed this poem… we used to do similar stuff… it’s funny to think of them now… and then, the call from mom, for lunch and those goodies, everything’s forgotten, and off we ran! 😀

    Thanks for bringing back memories… Awesome ones! And some weird too 🙂

  4. willow said

    Oh, I love this one. I completely enjoyed browsing your pieces. Nice. Thanks for your kind comments on mine, as well.

  5. forpuck said

    Thank you for reading. Weirdly (perhaps), this isn’t based on personal experience as such, more on that abstract feeling of childhood memories as an institution that we all carry around inside of us.

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