The Book of Charms

The pages sang, the words enthralled,

With magick how the words did call.

With each new page, what wonders shown,

To her, the maiden, mother, and crone.

A charm for love or a prosperous life,

For a bountiful crop, or times of strife.

Words to sooth the savage beast,

Or words to bless a harvest feast.

But a blessing was not this readers quest,

For vengeance caused her heart’s unrest.

Unfaithfulness left its ugly scar,

The scandalous rogue would not get far.

 

Oh how he’d swept her off her feet,

With nights of passion in his suite.

She shuddered as the thoughts flew by,

Oh how the memories failed to die.

A potion meant to bring him warts,

Or creepy crawlies in his shorts.

She’ll study the tome from front to back,

And devise a scheme for her attack. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole