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Essex Woods
You haven’t lost your conviction
that somewhere in the Essex woods
the Essex witches roam,
that if in deepest winter you
survive the lashing chains of cold
you’ll see them dancing there,
lit by an undead bonfire,
beyond the high street and seafront,
a fall through time with eye contact
between you and a grinning witch.
that somewhere in the Essex woods
the Essex witches roam,
that if in deepest winter you
survive the lashing chains of cold
you’ll see them dancing there,
lit by an undead bonfire,
beyond the high street and seafront,
a fall through time with eye contact
between you and a grinning witch.
Published 11th Dec 2023
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11th Dec 2023 11:56pm
I like this, although, with my Kentish prejudices I like to think that we have witches of our own :)
12th Dec 2023 1:25am
Psh, we Essex boys invented witches! Don’t make me start a punch up on the terraces! 😛
