Cast Your Spell
Old crone, please tell me your secret.
Give a taste of your magical brew.
Whisper the herbs I must gather.
To mix up your potency stew.
A mere mortal born, I am helpless,
Unless you will lend me some power.
What ever it is I will drink it,
No matter how sweet or how sour.
“Close the book , ring the bell, light the candle”.
If that’s what we’re needing to do.
You can trust that I won’t tell your secret,
And I need just but one hour or two.
Long enough just to make up a potion
That will cure a loved one I hold dear.
For I have been told he is dying
And perhaps will not out live the year.
We’ve tried all the doctor’s prescriptions.
They are useless against his disease.
“Close the book, ring the bell, light the candle”
And with pity, take heed to my pleas.
By: Joyce Johnson For Linda Marie’s “Bell, Book and Candle.”Won a 3rd place
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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