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Magick is Afoot

Posted to Action Poetry

Magick worker
you and your potions
are shrivelling
you've cast your last spell
over this fair maiden.

At last I've learned
the Mysteries
and soon will be
circles of my own!

Garlic for cleansing
Black pepper for permanence
Wild plums and Agrimony
Olive and Rosemary
stirred with a few magick words
spoken Widdershins or Deosil
and one day Alchemist
you will be
under MY binding spell.