• Tricia D. Wagner

Witching the Stars #23

Updated: Oct 31

Cleave the body, sole to find

no spirit - just a tide of blood.

Into earth plunge spade to find

no seed-spun charm, but merest mud.

Rend open brain - there, no thought lies

nor strains of music, reasons, laws,

Unfasten heartstrings - fast within -

just currents red; no valiant cause.

A rush through days, though, hour to hour -

problems, knotted, weave untangled,

paintings beckoned, stories cast,

the dawnlight splashed, the twilight spangled.

In this moment must reside

a brilliant magic making djinn.

And so I give to him my gaze -

we move as one, the world to spin.

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