Broomstick Baby

she used to set me on fire

her eyes lit my every day

that touch a breath of silk

voice so alluring and fey

 

magic slipped into reverse

our love shrinks unspoken

chemistry fell out of kilter

her fairy wand has broken

 

careless now, her moods

weaving so casual gashes,

disdain on that elfin face,

a tongue with fifty lashes

 

bored and up to mischief

no longer faery but witch

not quite the warty crone

but for sure a surly bitch

 

her spells had charmed, like

lines of rhyming verse, now

they only stab and harrow,

Macbeth hags' cold curse

 

I keep my counsel so aware

of harm that sprite can do

to gullible acolytes like me

enduring a black cat mew

 

magic slipped into reverse

our love shrinks unspoken

chemistry fell out of kilter

her fairy wand has broken

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◄ At The Grave Of St Valentine

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