conjurer

long after the cauldron bubbled boils
long even after its contents
burn and black
its resin a madness scraping turn
she says “try not
to trouble yourself with that

would that she knew a fountain therein urned
reprieve from the world
that broke a burdened wing
that all-delighting, consummating spur
no more can sicken such a poisoned thing

so in circles, magic’d with a curse
i place the intricate levels of my thirst

and again remember Scorpio’s lovely sting
bites the hand that does the offering

© Emerys Watchel, 2018 All rights reserved.

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