Incantations of an Entangled Pair
Third Draft
(c) 2025 by The Entangled Pair
It's after midnight where you are,
the show is done, the venue closed.
Four thousand miles away I read
these words that you have just composed.
"Just finished with the show now love,
I'll write to you when I get home."
And as I sit here by myself,
I'm feeling lonely, not alone.
"How can I ever truly be
alone?" I ask, as I sit here,
"When I am you as you are me,
two halves of one entangled pair."
So I respond, my heart aglow,
"Hello my love. I love you so,
as I await my queen's return!"
These feelings cause my soul to burn,
And open wide so to reveal
the you in me I can't conceal.
Sometimes it all seems so surreal:
A sentence passed with no appeal.
when stars align tangled in translucent moonbeams
my mind is cleared of thought much to my delight
gloom and shadows make way to universal insight
mantras surface calming to the soul by way of twilight
airborne my mind floats ethereal as a wispy feather
and i am free ~
in a world of dreams and enchanted streams
sleep comes tenderly ~ i'm lifted free in flight
beneath this mystic ebb and flow of celestial light
amidst the spangled nebula that flickers in the night
i close my eyes and at long last we are together
and we are free ~
AP: 2nd place 2025
Were every breath an incantation,
Every word a prophecy,
Would I fear more this consternation,
Not writing for anxiety?
Were every word a portent, telling,
Every sentence writ, a spell,
Would my mind ever stop this yelling?
Could I my consternation quell?
Such large words to write and scrabble,
Though loquacious I am not.
Cease you, brain! this psychobabble,
My brain thinks an awful lot.
Would I fear to speak a sentence,
Would I fear to write a page
Were every word scrawled so portentous,
Trapping me in my own cage?
Is the poet bound by scripture,
Living by the fate he writes?
No! I’ll open up a fissure,
Jump the gap! I have to fight!
I am not the fates’ keeper,
But I choose for my own heart
That o’er these gaps I’ll be a leaper,
And on life’s stage I’ll play my part.
Were every breath an incantation,
Magic within every word,
Would I fear the divination
When I, my written words, had heard?
Were every word so filled with might
That with each word my power grew,
Would I, then, still fear to write
Lest every single word come true?
On the Other Side
David J Walker
Incantations dealt
Beneath a silent breath
Claiming life
Dealing death
Subscribe to unseen
Magazines
Opened only at the first
Stroke of Wednesdays midnight
Antidotes offered at
First light
Work on faith and faith alone
Tell me when we are home
And I will open my eyes again
On the other side
In the thickets of the forests and grooves
On the paths through the deserts and the wild
Walked in the robe of nobility
The one who defied the wind and tidal wave
Who throned on a mighty white horse
Decked in regalia of a consummate conqueror
A blue-blooded woman that ascended a throne
In the reign of men, under a the glare of a proud race
Her power and dominion beyond the great Elizabeth
Her rule grim and firm than Margaret Thatcher’s
The wind and wave did her bidding at battlefronts
She was ruthless and wise in governance
Her sword thrusted to the sand blood and hearts of men at war
Bent on conquest she knew no defeat
Bu spoils, plunders of warriors, kings and horses
She held court over men of wisdom and age
She dispensed justice with dispassion
She rode home in triumphant sound of trumpets
To the waiting arms of loyal subjects and servants
In the days when women stood in full heights.