Her Witchcraft Poem by Barry Van Asten

Her Witchcraft



All this artful energy is divine, and legend -
Never a watched moment lost in tenderness;
Never the ghostly whisper of your gentle kiss,
Always the sweet surrender of the damned!
Look! Our frail past eclipsed by time;
Our meanings shouldered far away...they grew
Under our heartache, pushed past their prime...
Inside, I knew, that fateful day, I knew
Something stupid was summoned which closed our eyes;
Eyes drawn by exhaustian at the dread end game,
Making no sense at the mountain growth of lies...
And in this, I carefully erased your sacred name:
You have drowned me in your crafted world of pagan joys!

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Barry Van Asten

Barry Van Asten

Birmingham, England
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