(8/30) Pages
The prompt for day eight over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem in which mysterious and magical things occur. The poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally
I once poured words
into pages like
blood on an altar;
recited incantations
until my throat became
a talisman.
I watched poetry transform
into my defense against the dark arts;
fingertips are now shamans.
© 2018 Abruvanamedsly
I once poured words
into pages like
blood on an altar;
recited incantations
until my throat became
a talisman.
I watched poetry transform
into my defense against the dark arts;
fingertips are now shamans.
© 2018 Abruvanamedsly
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