Witch

[Degorram]

I am a witch.

But I deal not

with potions or spells.

Ancient demons

are not my masters

and I take no council

with druidic gods.

I am a witch.

But my wand

is not of wood:

of aspen or ash,

sturdy oak or cherry.

I am a witch.

You see me

not as I am

but as what I do.

Stirring, Stirring, Stirring.

What bubbles in my cauldron?

Only lies,

I sing,

only foolish lies.

But if I could stir your emotions

as I stir this conglomeration

of ink and words,

I would be such a witch

that I could spell the world.

I am a witch

with foolish dreams

and a typewriter

that constantly jams.

[Mardrax]

I love the flow in this, how seamlessly you keep every line flowing into the next, without a real need for pause to switch meter, while still switching from time to time. How there's a certain rising and falling in between the not-quite-separate verses. The ending too. Powerful image, without falling out of tone with the rest.

Only thing that doesn't really work, -in the way I read it, anyway- is the "conglomeration". I think it just falls out of tone a bit, complexity-wise, being the only 3+ syllable word.

 

Be sure to keep those dreams bubbling Dego. I love the froth that bubbles over every time you toss some more wood on the fire.

[Degorram]

Hmmm, you might just have the key there Mardrax. I'd been dissatisfied with that small bit there for a while, but didn't know how to fix it. I'll play around with it!