Dreams
sweet flow
hue’d treasure
cocoon one’s sleep
spells
dreams
fond wish
rapt vision
spot on target
spells
spells
bewitch
and taunt
flagging psyches
charms
hues
bright daubs
on pallette
Tincture limp eyes
shades
Drip drop pitter patter,
Not even a storm can hide the sound of blood splatter,
Down her leg the drops glide,
Like the moon chasing after the evening tide,
Flooding freely without a care,
Out it sneaks from the dragon's lair.
Precious stream with a story to tell,
Promising heaven, delivering hell,
Bathe in moonlight,
Dance in the woods,
Smear this red on your riding hood.
Bloody countess, Sanguine sensation,
Blessed crimson revive my vocation,
I invoke your messiness to hearken my rebirth,
I am now the drop that falls to the earth.
Longing flickers like a spell
loose in the dark...
a small, bright predator
pursuing the shape of you.
You appear where reality thins,
a shimmer of mist,
a spirit wearing light.
Desire opens its hidden door
and the door becomes sky.
I reach,
and my reach turns luminous,
a quiet magic
that conjures your presence
from memory,
from myth,
from the soft ache
that knows your potency.
Here,
in the enchantment between worlds,
you rise...
a mirage,
a star,
a dream
I can almost touch.
Even to myself I avoid to show
My begging for all kinds of troubles to go
Far away, so far where they’d never be seen
Then I’d feel relieved, on your sill I’d lean
Looking at your garden and the green field
On a clear day when the Coombe Hill
Becomes visible, maybe we’ll have a stroll
And as usual, a drizzling rain would fall
On our way back, we return soaking wet
And the sun peeks out just before it sets
Switch the telly on, what’s the news they tell
Nothing good for today, and tomorrow as well
So we’re off to the garden, to smell the flowers
Under the spell of the magic hours..
We cast a spell, to cage our light,
for descent and ascent,
that rising thus we feel delight,
fulfilling heart’s intent.
With mind rested, thoughts cease,
whence we flow on with ease,
in mode embrace-release.
Stories we tell ~
We cast a spell
Just like a myosotis
"Do not forget me", I yell
You're the only one I miss
On thoughts of you, I still dwell
I'm under your spell
Falling into the abyss
Of you, I still reminisce
This farewell
Feels like a poisonous kiss
"Do not forget me", I compel
Empowered am I
Change of ideals
Knots to untie
The positive reveals
So much to do
No time to waste
Create an opus too
No cut and paste
I read and digest
Then spell out
A hypotesis to test
The title to shout
Will they read?
The ideas, new
A hybrid seed
For only a few
Let's start at home
Follow me, please
The rest can roam
Late, sagacity, seize
I desperately need an ink transfusion
AP: 2nd place 2026
They say I am full of air,
as I sit here wearing blue.
In the seventh house,
I love to see and smell roses.
Social circles is where I am,
as I am balancing life.
This is not my zodiac sign,
I know I am not under this spell.
An Incantation for the Well
I drop fifty pence from my heart
Into the well, wishing and hoping
For my heart's desire.
May you hear my call
Sire Marcus Baracus
And grant me my request.
From deep within my hopeful heart,
A silver coin is cast apart.
Into the wishing well it falls,
To answer what my spirit calls.
Hear my plea this sacred night,
And bring my true desire to light.
Find a physical token: Use a clean 50p coin.
Charge the coin: Hold it tight while visualizing your wish.
Hide the coin: Place it inside a small velvet pouch or a wooden box.
Choose the location: Keep it at the back of a drawer or under your mattress.
Leave it alone: Do not touch or spend the coin while waiting for results.
A spell of Protection from souls from Hell.
From my blazing cauldron,
I draw the sacred iron of absolute warding,
Glass shard, and salt.
To bind the shattered fate of my enemy.
He throws his full fury against my gates,
Yet his desperate siege crumbles into ash.
Plunging blindly through the very thresholds of ruin,
He falls into the dark abyss he opened
To pay his final, bleeding debt.
Gather glass, metal and salt and lay in corner of door.
Make the spell and imagine a gift for Sire Marcus Barracus.
To make a wish come true
Light a candle
Imagine walking up to the fort in the picture
Then make the wish.
Then your gift present for Marcus the Demon.
Showing your gratitude.
Ps. If you haven't got a candle , just touch picture
This is where Demons ascend from there realm.
Ritual for prosperity
"Golden cord, bright and bold,
Turn my efforts into gold.
Tie the luck and lock it fast,
Make this newfound plenty last.
Negative tides must now recede,
Success is sown in every bead."
Best written and kept by thread
Written: May 6th, 2026, for contest sponsored by Sara Kendrick
1st place contest winner
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Soft silver sky-foam shimmered as I strolled,
seeking a sly, star-stitched secret to behold.
A sprightly breeze sang stories through the trees,
its sibilant sighs designed to soothe and tease.
I met a saffron cat with a mischievous gaze,
She sashayed past with svelte, superior praise.
The sunset spilled its syrup on the well,
a molten gold incandescence cast a spell.
Somewhere a seraphic laugh began to swell,
so sweet, a spell only stars could tell.
The swales grew soft beneath my wandering feet,
each step a sacred syncopated beat.
And in that scarce scene of dusk’s caress,
I felt the world spinning into happiness."
I send you strength
In its finest form, resilience in nature, wisdom of sight , forgiveness of self and sleep in the night
Delivered with patience
To release what hexes
A guide to your truth
with pure intent .
This moves with haste
With no consequence
To any of a kind those I hold in my mind , myself included protected by the now of time
I banish what grips me
And darkens my sight
I now walk in my truth, and my truth is in light
I release what binds me to unfulfilling pleasure
I summon my truth,
bring onto me my true treasures
I call it by name for it is not my own
I burn it in flame … ashes upon ashes …
Set to the wind I release its hold
I shout to the masses
I choose light over darkness love over fear.. no more will you whisper in my ear
These are my words, and my words are my power
My strength my resolve grows hour by hour times this by three
so I stated so it shall be
I honour as always my true deity
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