A relaxed witch hat is a type of headwear commonly associated with witches and the practice of witchcraft. However, unlike traditional pointy or conical-shaped witch hats, a relaxed witch hat has a more casual and laid-back design. It is characterized by a soft and floppy structure, usually made of fabric or felt, which gives it a relaxed and bohemian vibe. The relaxed witch hat is often seen as a modern and trendy alternative to the traditional witch hat. It has gained popularity in recent years, particularly among those who want to adopt a witchy aesthetic without conforming to rigid stereotypes. The relaxed design makes it more versatile and comfortable to wear, allowing individuals to express their personal style while embracing their love for witchcraft or the occult.
The elements required, she assembled
For when the time was right.
Although the spell, experimental,
She chose All Hallows’ night.
The relaxed design makes it more versatile and comfortable to wear, allowing individuals to express their personal style while embracing their love for witchcraft or the occult. The relaxed witch hat can be found in various colors and patterns, giving people the opportunity to add a unique and fashionable element to their outfits. It can be adorned with ribbons, feathers, or other decorative elements to further enhance its visual appeal.
The Eternal Youth Spell
In her book of spells she sought
For words, an incantation
To restore lost youth. She thought
To halt age’s fast progression.
The elements required, she assembled
For when the time was right.
Although the spell, experimental,
She chose All Hallows’ night.
The pumpkin chose, was round and solid,
Perfect for her deed.
The forest trees stood thick and stolid.
The crone was sure she would succeed.
The words she spoke around the fire,
Were ancient tried and true.
The witch expressed her wants, desires,
Her body to renew.
“What's theirs is yours,
what's yours is theirs.
I offer up this gift to share,
switch the bodies through the air.”
A beauty, lithe, desirable,
An image grew from out the fire.
The crone’s past body recognisable
One that all who saw, desired.
Her words, the spell, the vision,
Around the flames they danced.
Their bodies melded, came as one,
And each became entranced.
The fire died down, the witch arose,
Her body, face and health restored.
Young, old, now transposed.
The crone, she was no more.
Written for Dark Dreamscapes. Week three
Prompt 2
36 lines
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