Witch Way

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Can I dabble in you?

Stick my spoon in and sift through the liquids of your soul?

Your cauldron will bubble

Skin, nails, stubble.

I will scoop at the good bits make them float to the top

But just as you boil over

I will stop.

Simmer. Simmer. Simmer.

You know I go witch way.

That the follicles of your heart

Are mine to control

Along with your soul

And every other inch.

Pinch. Pinch. Pinch.

A bit of this and that

Added to the mix

Stirring you up

You’re froth. Broth.

Moth to my flame.

Bubble. Bubble. Pop.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

Blessed Be

Suddenly and quite epically it is Autumn.
Boughs slinging their crackling confetti in the air.
Frivolous winds, wafting the smell of new fires like a chef gone mad.
Is there anything better than to shed the year’s hardship and be bare again ?
The lessons I have learned fluttering around me,
Beautiful in their shriveled ways.
At last I can start again. Fall ,Splinter,Spring ,Slumber.

What a surprise to remember that there is magic.

How tragic
To forget.

To feel so sleepy when those around me jump.
Oh but to wake again!
Snap. Crackle I’m going to explode.
I can’t explain this feeling to those of you who seek the Summer’s balmy nights.
This dormant sizzle that awakes with the slow paint stroke of Autumn’s artistry.
Blessed be sisters.
Blessed be brothers.
We burnt in the sun
But now is our fun.

(C) Slumpless