Opal Spells
Her allure blooms in musty shops
Held on silver bands of celtic lores
A foretelling of ancient paths...
Of twilight-caught scarlet raindrops
Of visions gleaned through fateful doors
Of spells whispered to Welsh hilltops
A mystic gem on Wiccan staff
My opal of demure witchcraft
5/15/19
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2019
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