The Witch & The Dragon

I know witches.

I know not few , I know many.

And you do too.

Anything is a potion–

A brew,

In a bottle

Or a kiss they blew.

Tart or sweet,

Witches and magic greet,

Not action nor speech,

For energy is the breach.

With intention, cleaved

The playground, and what surrounds…

To a child sense, you’ve ripped it

By thread. Instead,

Witches, we’ve sewn stitches in our heads.

We stole some sand,

Took it home, slept & wept,

Believed

In sweet relief,

Wash the name clean–

We are not what we seem.

It’s true–

It's magic.

And it’s all around the room.

It’s up, down, sideways, through

Every planet, seed, star, universal moon.

It’s not just me,

For it is also you.

Magic of all kinds,

There are multiple types.

If you seek the dark,

Then upon you, will shine light.

Mind, the inevitable

You can only run to.

...

WICKED WITCH OF THE WELL

All too often, my clientele

What they come for, I know it well--

“Please, I need a love spell!”

I chuckle and turn

My magic, I work.

What they unknowingly ask,

Dig deep and unmask

What they actually lack.

Sweet, romantic heart burned,

Too eager to return.

What ripped bleeding scar to open wound,

Sweet child, still haven’t learned.

It’s a particular equation of concern,

Only particular love ceases the hurt.

Yin & yang, partners and compliments,

Here’s the problem it’s this--

Value each resists,

That happiness, that bliss...

Romance will continue to be dismissed

Until

You come to stillness.

To yourself, listen.

Outside love is emphasis—

It’s actually reciprocating

The chaos or calm within.

So a potion I brew .

Each concoction is new,

For it’s all based upon a unique “you” ,

I don’t question what I do.

For intuition proved,

Explanation is often misconstrued.

For there is only one choice of two--

Follow or deny the truth.

Yet, this isn’t what you’ve come for.

Marriage, baby, someone to adore,

You have come for this and nothing more.

Ask questions, implore

When, how, what’s in store?

All I’ll do is smile and ignore .

Reinforce the quiet abhored,

For everything but is explored...

***

At last, the spell is complete.

Took so long, my client fell asleep

Gently awakened, groggy eyes

I hand them the long-awaited vial.

“Drink every drop, waste none,

And to you, true love shall come.”

All I say, short and mild.

My client leaves, flustered and tired.

But that is all I say, and nothing more

They’re received what they’ve asked for.

A stew of perfection

Yields a great lesson--

Stop searching the collective.

Doing so is repressing

One, sole, ever-deserving contestant.

Welcome this blessing,

Drink up, the potion is helping.

Attract true love, as requested,

After you’re in love with self, then

You’ll receive what’s reflected.

***

THE TOWER'S CALL

I was brought here in egg.

Taken to shelter, this place,

To protect me as I age.

Cultivate

Not in time, rather, in stage.

Ouch, my joints ache..

At first, complacent.

Once comfortable, now caged in

A prison of my own making.

I feared the unknown, the void.

Now faced with a choice,

Uproot, take off, no use

To stay and contort

Mind and will, conform

To what was meant to be

My starting point.

Long neck, I look at the door

An entrance I can’t fit anymore.

Scratch-resistant scales, solid stone,

My skin is safe yet limbs are sore

Everyone knows

Cramped space is modern war.

My caretakers, with love

Found me a place to grow up.

Who knew that I’d become

Restless

High-strung

Sensitive, I’d shun

Any visitor that’d come.

Honestly, there’s no room for either of us.

Wings built in, I can fly...

Though I’ve never tried

I want to..

All my might.

Conquer fear-of-heights

I’d have to climb

To take what has always been my birthright.

There is only one entrance

The way I’ve come through I cannot exit.

To do so, I must create it.

Even if that means breaking ,

It’s better than stagnating

From freedom I haven’t tasted,

SOLD.

This path I’m taking

Though every inch of me is shaking,

I refuse this matrix making.

Nails as long & worn

Primordial, magical soul,

Ignore whatever lies are told.

Vessels blocked & choked,

Regardless, screechy roar

As ancient brick bores

Tender belly, tendons torn

Edges sharpened cold

Grip

Constrict my core

Yes, gore

Rips, pours

Stains a fading floor

B l e e d i n g

Tears streaming

Continue, reaching

I AM LEAVING

Breathless

But breathing.

…

Dragon in Distress

I don’t remember what I was doing

Nothing at all

When I heard the call.

How long, how far,

Doesn’t matter

This is what I’ve been waiting for.

Sonic-boom crash

Scream akin to heart-stabbed gash

My companion is free at last.

I left just as fast,

Left the garden gate unlatched

Because I won’t be back.

I have a very special plan of attack.

Step-by-step

My body led.

No water, no bread

Wherever I lay my head

THAT will become my bed.

Let tempest tread,

They know not the magic I wed.

More trials ahead?

Please.

This world has seen nothing yet.

Finally, I see my destination

Before me, a forest marked in mayhem.

Tree tops snapped, bowing solemn

Before the beautiful, huddled creature I have come for.

Now, I’m closer.

My first challenge? Pitch fork--

Remove aggressive villagers from my consort.

My past self would’ve let blood pour,

But energetic currency is how life works.

No need to over-exert,

After all, any opportunity is dessert

For what’s before me is precious, and

Ignorance is impressive .

Misunderstanding affects them.

I’ll gladly teach these villagers their overdue lesson...

Around my partner, encircled

People intent to hurt her.

Fists curling

One thing is certain,

Her disposition is earnest.

A shame only I see this

For whatever mercy vanished, a thousand swords inserting

What may come, these people have earned it.

I clear my throat.

Make myself known.

I speak calmly, but cold--

“Put down your weapons and stone.

Reckless rage I don’t condone.

This dragon could eat you whole,

Obviously she wants to be left alone.

I’ll give you all this one chance

To safely go home.”

Each one turned and stared.

Move against me, they wouldn’t dare,

They know me.

They’re scared.

Motionless, I glare.

My fury is beyond compare,

Born from the love I share

For that gentle creature, there.

Time’s up, I walk toward

From thin air, I pull my sword.

Alight, on fire

Deep red,

My silence should never be tested.

Doing so, the villagers fled.

On some level, they comprehend

The former witch they knew is dead.

So close, I can hear the labored wheezing.

Melting, no longer seething,

Finally here, I can’t believe it.

Maroon to light pink-hue,

My weapon projects my mood.

My hand

Softly place over armour and bruise,

Cradle her head, and I coo

“My love… I missed you.”

(to be continued...)

N.Vs

2021