Two for One

Tonight, beware,

I'm just a night hag;

loosely held together by blood clots and rage.

I have a curse for you if you have pennies to spare.

Sell them by the pair:

Come browse if you dare.

one for you and one for the apple of your ire.

It's a two for one deal, take it for leave it.

-o0o-

Today I wish magic upon you

(Unpublished middle-of-the-night poem written 01/02/2018)

Today I wish magic upon you,

to sway your hips, to move your feet,

to fill your chanterelle heart with song and love,

to remind you, you are no alone.

I wish upon you that kind of magic,

The one that happens at night,

when you read and you’re transported.

The magic that happens when you hear a song,

and your skin is on fire,

as if you’re drawn to the sky by every hair on your body.

I wish magic on you so strong,

that you can set people’s hearts aflame,

and leave them wondering what just hit them.

I wish magic upon you,

the kind that accompanies the slow healing of old wounds,

the kind that keeps you alive,

the kind that reminds you daily,

you’re good; you’re beautiful.

I wish that magic upon you,

so when you sleep,

you dream of good things.

-o0o-

She Wears The Jewellery That I Make

a trove of silver for my heart's sake

the gems I form and bake

deep in my gut, formed by my very soul's quake

she wears the jewellery that I make

she wears my tears like a crown

and she performs each smile, each grimace, each frown

like a prima ballerina resplendent in a pearly gown

spun around as she goes about town

the men catcall, tell her to perform

but she's lightning, a raging storm

she's the rain that comes down swift and warm

each movement a hornet's swarm

and she dances like the devil's there

a kick, a turn, a flounce, a flare

today wrapped in silk, tomorrow bare

she's your lover, manager, lawyer, au pair

so she'd shine like Eos with saffron wings

I gave her shoes my own heart strings

and tied her dress with mountain springs

and bound her hair with golden rings

I gave what no one else could take

each a song I sang for her own sake

that men would bow and beg and shake

she wears the jewellery that I make

-o0o-