The boy hooked the straw from his uncle’s hands
Gleaned from the pile on the kitchen floor
The lamp cast a glow on the oaten strands
As the boy turned the twister and backed towards the door.
The fibres enmeshed and the rope became strong
The boy passed the threshold into the night air.
The wind through the trees sang a querulous song
And the boy said the words of a supplicant prayer.
The darkness enclosed, like a witches cowl
Wrapping the boy in a cloak of black
Finger of bat and feather of owl
Flittered and fluttered behind his back.
His uncle’s call broke the sinister spell.
The rope showed the way to the haven of light,
A coven of banshees were sent back to hell
And the boy was rewound from the covetous night.