Alchemy

 

 By Terra Wolfe

Pile offerings high on the long table.

Make the candles blaze.

 

Wine has bubbled over the sacrificial animal,

scented with herbs,

circled with roots.

 

                                                The beast

                                                lingers

                                                in the aroma.

 

Wine spins red lights across the lace.

 

Observe the ceremony.

Become the ceremony.

 

Litanies begin

with chant and music.

 

                                                Angular shapes of knowledge,

                                                smooth waves of enchantment

                                                rise

                                                on hot columns of flame.

 

                        From the skin of the forearms

                        dance the sparks

                        and volume soars.

                                               

                                                Knowledge hones its words

                                                Magic hums the ancient earthsong.

 

                        Changes float

                        Twinkle

                        Like dust in a rush of air.

 

Blackmetal logic

                        cuts the smoky night.

 

                                                Melody swirls light

                                                                        in spiraled

                                                                                                circles

 

 

Syllables of sarcasm

 

Clang.

                        Music deflects

                        in quiet urgency.

 

Steel-tasting colors  of  fear

Whirl  like broom dust.

 

                                                drift into smoke,

                                                disappear into shadows.

 

 

Smooth words

croak, helpless.

 

Scent of prince on the morning light

                       

                                                Clings to windows

 

                                                                        Hum pentagrams

                                                                        in finger tracings.

Copyright Terra Wolfe 2006


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