There it is
Red in the cup.
The proverb says
Do not look at it,
Do not linger long at it.
It goes down smooth.
Hecate puts the blood of deer
Into her pot…
A dash of Kohl,
Leaven and anise.
Is there also the juniper berry?
It’s curse is luck…
The luck of turning what we dread
Into joy.
It’s not hopeless.
This is why I write.
The curse lifts with a desire to end it.
Desire… then comes the waters to drink.
B. K. Neifert 