The Craft Poem by Thomas McKelvey

Poetry is witchcraft.
Alchemy and sorcery.
Spells and incantations
echo in my cauldron,
a skull full of herbs
and potions.
Secrecy and danger
as I select the ingredients
from my heart,
carefully plucking them;
Heartache.
Sorrow.
Joy.
Love.
Curiosity,
Longing,
so meticulously.
Memories and emotions,
tied in bundles of words,
parsed and cured
a concoction of mystery
boils over, spilling onto the fire
filling my mind with vapors
of the things I can only dream.