The Alchemist

PREMONITION

THE ALCHEMIST

In the apothecary of her mind

She seeks the ingredients to weave her magic

For an incantation that does not reside in any spell-book.

This must be hers, and hers alone.

Upon the dusty shelves she seeks them

Some, well-used, and almost worn away

Yet others, lurking near the back wall,

Still gleaming in their newness

Like precious gems thus far unset

Upon any mystic amulet.

As she finds them, she holds them,

With the tenderness of a would-be mother

In supplication to the goddess

To bring forth a child so rare

That the universe will marvel at the sight.

Then – with tears of pain,

Feeling the flames singe her flesh

She casts her jewels into the crucible.

Laboring through darkness,

Treading the razor edge between euphoria and fear

To bring about an alchemy so rare

That all creation will fall in awe before its magic.

Silently…

Uttering her spell of longing to the skies,

Hope born of desperation catching in her throat,

Stirring with care the words upon the final page…

She whispers “The End,”

And closes the book.

 

Wendy Anne Darling 2015

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