Forgotten Spells

Words once eluded me, so I collected them in a well, and held them captive in a pen - drawing from its depths only when intuition so directed.

Now, Words, like so many spells, I cherish in a fashion likened to Death’s grip for fear of unfathomable prophecies & unintended consequences.

The Word and Will thus unwed

I seek to put myself nightly abed anight, and pray my dreams too, cause no harm.

But…

Stuck in my head

ripe words

pungent words

invented words

spell casting words,

bottle necking mono & multi-syllabic words,

phrases, meanings, truths and lies I've told myself;

all call for action and inaction

noisily compete for dominance

in the hope of hitting upon some

"lottery winning" combination that leaves room 

for nothing more than blinding illumination;

but my imaginary pen cannot keep up

and the combination eludes me,

as does succor.