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Below is a poem I wrote for Halloween, but its sentiment is as true now as it was last week. And here's a couple of Day of the Dead skulls for good measure. Actually I thought they might make a good mug design. What do you think?
Spell for the Heart
Strong roots will fan flames of desire
Beneath this cauldron bubbling bright,
Cast aside all retribution
Conjured out of fearful pride,
Instead, a drop of misery
Dissolves the dregs of ‘why’ and ‘how’,
And clarifies these love-torn ghosts,
To leave that which inspires.
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Infuse this potion marrow deep,
Bring clarity from confusion,
Let troubles fade, this witch’s brew
Is covenant for life anew.
Come now, a drop of jealousy
To light the way is what we need,
Stir in the silent gift of time
To concentrate these potent hues.
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Now heart, one chamber at a time,
One slice of love and livered bile,
Two drops of hope to overpower
Shadowed spite in ego’s lair.
Burn high this fire of poisoned flame,
Bring bartered strength for brighter days,
Reveal to us your potent brew
For jaded hearts that sour and stew.
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Guilt-led desire from blackened shame
Begone and let the good times in.
Oh lifeblood spell reveal and weave –
Curse this matted, tawdry guile.
Stir cauldron’s passion, birth this sage,
Unbridled heart, set hope this night.
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Let potion bubble clear and true,
Let poisoned lies reveal their ghuls:
Begone! Now let true love descend.
This chalice brims with fire and soul:
Reclaim our coven, birthing wild,
These runes are heard in all we do -
Come now, drink deep, the night is long.
Let potent charms revive slain hearts,
Beget this spectral spell: love’s song.
N Greenham
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