Thursday Poetry Prompt by We Drinks Because We’re Poets.
I may be in a mess
It’s might fault, I will confess
A spell I need to make
To avoid this wizard’s best
A fang of snake
A rib from dead man’s lake
The eyes of a rabid bear
Together they will bake
I will cast without a care
In magic, all is fair
That wizard will be mine
Once he steps within my lair
In the end I will be fine
I think I’ll enjoy some wine
As my new wizard builds a shrine
Worshipping me, the new divine
(Okay.Β Quatrain is not my thing.)




Its beautiful! π (And enchanting)
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I like the ingredients…but I wouldn’t want to be the one who had to get the eyes
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That’s what ogre servants are for. π
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gotta get me one of them…
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Love the concoction you brewed there my friend! Great poem π
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Thanks. Finding ingredients to rhyme is tough.
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You did a good job, I must say. Is there snake venom in the mix as well?
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Nope. The store was out and I already used it up as an ice cream topping.
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Love it, particularly the last stanza that humanises and puts humor into the poem in a most charming way!! π
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Thanks. I always aim for humor. π
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Oh hail, king Charles on his throne.
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Yup . . . though the throne is more of a recliner.
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What a wizard you’d make o mage of Windemere! π
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Thanks. I’m more of the warrior-type unless I can cast magic through a sword.
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and why not…anything is possible! a warrior mage!
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