Incantation
I came all this way
across the tidal delta
through the bore head first
snorting salt and sand
and generally acting
the fogbound dripping
fool for love of you.
Now your misty glass allows
me to cast a spell.
Perhaps this hex will
force you to me since nothing
else works worth a damn.
September 20, 2015 1:20 PM
Written for Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales
Lord, this poem hits hard
ReplyDeletebeautifully written
It does hurt deeper than any wound when there is no reciprocation!
ReplyDeleteOne may have to exert some stronger efforts to see more positive results. That is normally the progression when nothing else works at that point!
ReplyDeleteHank
Sharp, solid, intriguing...
ReplyDeleteAlas.. sometimes we are left with the most desperate means.
ReplyDeleteNice one...I'm leaving with Nina Simone singing in my head...
ReplyDeleteNice. Loved it, especially the end. Perfect. :-)
ReplyDeleteI hope so too!
ReplyDeleteOh, yes! Love it.
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