Cauldrons Calling

..

Oh, we’ve got spells.

Woo him.
Thrill him.
Kill him.
Spill
him to the moon, she’ll hold
him fast. Bubble-bubbled,
toiled and troubled
here in all this midnight
mass.

You only need bring
a broken kite string,
your sharpest longing,
crimson rage. A page of
poems. A leg of poison
frog. A pinch
of fog.

..
twiglet #113

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7 Responses to Cauldrons Calling

  1. Oh, I like that spell. A page of poems, eh? I’m off to a good start, then.

  2. Misky says:

    Spellbinding! 😀

  3. I esp. like that second verse.

  4. Arcadia Ma says:

    I really like this piece. Such clever writing.

  5. Tranature - quiet moments in nature says:

    A delicious write De, I love a page of poems in the mix 🙂💖

  6. Violet Lentz says:

    Excellent! I love the way you tied it up.

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