Power derives from
elemental clashes
that create a sustained
minuscule gap
between time and reality,
a level plane
where non chaos
and magnetic thoughts
burn the flame
of candles
and evaporate
aromas of mystic oils
to float into dreamlands
of imagination and wonder
to assimilate imagery and create
abstract notions in potions
of good intent,
to drink the universal
knowledge,
and be drunken
with wisdom,
for it is
a life to
invent
May 11, 2015
The witch
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Style/Type: Free verse
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Comments
MDT
Liked the presentation of this piece but the style alluded me.
One small thing and a pet hate of mine:-
"scents of mystic oils"
Anything but scents for me,
"Pungent aromas"
Mystic oils.
Or the good word "Perfume" puts a bit of class in there.
Good write keep it up,
Yours Ian