Sat here writing,
drinking a brew;
weaving words,
for a poem, or two.
Feel my craft,
a magical spell,
casting its net,
as you sample my hell.
I’ll spin you a line,
to make you feel good,
a twist at the end,
to chill the blood.
© Friday Night 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 
Wow! This was so amazing to read 🙂
I loved this part :
“Feel my craft,
a magical spell,
casting its net,
as you sample my hell.”
Love,
Naima.
Aw thank you so much – I wanted to try and convey the magic that can happen when poetry evolves 🙂
And I so felt that magic 🙂
Ah good – thank you!
🙂
You are welcome 🙂
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