The Persimmon Witchby `kolaboy

Traditional Art / Paintings / Surreal

Acrylic on canvas, 16X20 inches.

A new piece, apropos for the 1st of October.
(and to the mysterious one who stole my bicycle back in in 1973 - beware the karma chameleon...)

Thanks for looking

Mary Carroll Glissbenet
Stole my bike on All Soul's Day
Turned it this way, turned it that
Made a seat from my coon skin hat
From the fender she made a sail
And from the spokes she made a tail
Crimped the pedals, crumpled the horn
And on that frosty Autumn morn
Flew off into the star creased sky
Higher than the dark owl's eye
Off to the candy sabbat, where
All young witches braid their hair
And giggle as young waifs do tell
Bewitchments of fresh shampoo smell
Yet I was one, bewitched and lost
Tight bound upon their candy cross
Plied with cookies, kissed with cake
and blackened by the sugar snake
I watched them dance and swirl and fret
With bubblegum, and weave their net
That warm pink web held me of old
For one boy's candy is another boy's gold
Sweet caramel did hold me fast
But oh, sweet fancies never last
And in my own bed I did wake
Still blackened by the sugar snake
The spell was gone , the dream did end
And I'll never find my bike again
For Mary Carroll Glissbenet
Stole my bike on All Soul's Day

(From Keb's compendium of autumnal tales and poems "Of Robots & Stickle-Witches".)