It is his eyes which unnerve you the most.
The pots and jars of powders and potions
shelving the walls of his hermitage,
the cauldron smouldering herbally away,
perched in the amber, shadowed hearth
and the broomstick which he sweeps
the entrance with on a New Moon
lose most of their surprise and curiosity
after brief acknowledgement and familiarity.
But his eyes, piercingly intense, dancingly alive,
not filled with any malice or ill intent,
it’s the focus and power to transparent you through.
That, and the Staff, never more than three foot
(A magic number!) away from his beckoning hand,
with its raven feathers, dangling owl claw,
Peridot head and burnt runes spiralling its surface
are enough to question whether the questions
you have brought, tied up in your throat are
really the things in your life Witch need answering?
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet. Buy his book ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/