Ayei Ibiang
@ayeiibiang080407
1 year ago

THE SORCERER'S COTTAGE

Backstage whispers can be heard,
the ominous
muttering on the lips of conjurers
Objects ballooning on the wings of spells
the mastery
of both illusions and auras;

Hypnosis whorled on a wanded tongue;
Essence
oozing from a poof of powders
Curses bitten into mannequins,
so every wink
was just a proof of powers


He sat a goof of a sorcerer;
Smirk on his face,
grim in his eyes
He let out that maniacal laughter
as plumes sodden the skies

Vials of elixir,
potions, an extract from beetroot
Mandrakes and cloves;
the pungence of garlic, a third eye
- the “see route"


So behind curtains of fronds soared
the waft of rituals;
an ascent into the realms of shadows
A seance into the worlds beyond;
into the portals
where the deep claims the shallows

Puppeteer of all living,
every string pulls a cursed soul like a
marionette
A possessor of both mind and will,
the defiant are
left wishing upon a charmer's amulet



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Written by: Ibiang, Ayei Okoi
Sunday, July 17th, 2022.
11:01am

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