Cauldron’s Edge

Courtesy: Pixabay

One turn,
then another.
Lavender in the haze,
scenting passion’s mist upon her skin.
Each turn brought swirling effervescence,
a fire’s longing embracing the darkness.
There was intonation,
tenderness upon her lips,
a pinch of nightshade to carry her to the brink,
a sizzling touch to send her over the cauldron’s edge.

©May 2020, Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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