∴ i can taste it with my eyes1. enthralled by the enchanting aroma of her mysterious concoction, despite the seemingly codswallop2 incantations and gobbledygook, i couldn’t help but feel that she was weaving a spell that would touch more than just my senses ∴
Tag: prose poetry
snollygoster
∴ surrounded by howling sluagh, malicious tylwyth teg, and fanged snollygosters frothing and murmuring lies, i did not lose a wink. nestled under the moon dog and the comfort of my frost-covered bedroll, i breathed in the tranquility of winter’s chill, for they have no hold on me ∴
vermilion
∴ the last flame of vermilion skies seared into my eyes,
venturing into the dark
a guiding ember when Venus and the moon hid behind clouds
strong winds, nearly lifting me, undeterred
upon the ridge-line trail, through hours I trekked
until my path led me to only you ∴
this wasn’t the book she ordered
∴ this wasn’t the book she ordered; instead, a tome revealing ancient ensorcellments entwined with nature’s healing · each page resonated with the mountains’ rhythm, awakening dormant magic within her · intrigued, she traced the pages, wondering if she could mend more than what she read ·
in the quiet anticipation of her lover’s return, she pondered the possibility of these spells also holding uncharted depths into their connection · for they too shared the spirit of the wild ∴
clairvoyant
∴ wandering beyond the clutches of time, she perceived realms outside its boundaries ·
enthralled by mystical reflections, forest creatures and ancient trees sought her connection, drawn to the clairvoyant soul in their midst ·
she predicted futures darkened by hunters, fires, and looming harm · yet, nothing could dim the radiance of the impending dawn, offering hope for a rebirth, a chance to mend their fate, as roots anchoring deep into the forest of a renewed world’s destiny ∴