The inspiration for the Sorceress poem
In dark, skeletal woodland,
Limbs of trees hang bleached and broken.
Their finger like twigs, now robbed of jewels,
Point sharply to the thieving culprit;
Sorceress, temptress, fiery queen,
Bewitching mistress of the light.
Man’s nemesis, found in the sooty
Footprints of a ruined forest.
I wrote this poem in response to the visual prompt of the above picture. ” What do you See? “
I found it later on and thought that it worked with the poem.