taboo
magic slumber
dreamless days
walking with shadows
I conjure
from the spellbound
playing forbidden tunes
on forbidden pipes
a magic age
scribbled on cake
and candles and
buttercream roses
rancid and sweet
in summer’s heat
while drums beat
dancing feet
on solstice gathers
the young who spin
grateful again
what I lost
bit by bit
fingers trace lines
around eyes
around smiles
new candles
will flicker
in the wind
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I conjure
from the spellbound
playing forbidden tunes
on forbidden pipes
I can HEAR those forbidden pipes! Your sensory details in this poem really make it “sing.”
There are some pagan magazines that accept poetry. Think about submitting this. It’s beautiful!
Thank you! Please share the magazines! I’d love to submit
I love the sounds in this poem, Alissa!
Thank you! I worked on the”s” and imperfect rhythm.
ahhh, yes….”I conjure
from the spellbound
playing forbidden tunes
on forbidden pipes”
If I could only play pipes!
I love how the short lines and sounds allow me to navigate the reading–it’s a really evoking poem!
Thank you!