a circle wrapped in glass and mist

a circle wrapped in glass and mist
as if the turning of the stars
might any second fall and
wreak
the wrecking of the worlds

the blackest book i ever saw
held open by a wizard’s foot
a star is shining, emanating
a palm is pricked
the blood is taken

and as i breathe in darkness clothed
and naked as an infant born
new and fresh from bloody bed
three witches walk
a circle round

a circle wrapped in glass and mist
and i the witch within it, kissed

one dances with a snake in hand
singing songs with not a word
one has a broom and sweeps the dirt
one digs a circle round the mist
and then -

the milk
the honey
then the wine
poured into holes
within the ground

and then once more
forever more
in exquisite silence kept
lonely as the first spirit lone
did the master come to me

and secret words of power speak
between this and this alone
i once was lost
but now am found
in the circle fast by stone

i am alone, alone am i
and yet the glass, the mist, the sky

forget i will
what happened then
i will roam far from this place
accursed and blessed
accursed and blessed

and silent will i keep the word
the word that flowers like the bone
the bone that whispers like the tree
the tree that quickens like the sea
and in the sea - there i will be -

remembered.