Herewith, the latest selection from dusted-off published poetry and short fiction, circa 1970s vintage and beyond....
Witchcraft
No true witch
ever needed
the friendly auspices of a broom
she was able to cure ills
cook potent potions
and fly high
at the screech of a mandrake
or under shade
of any fly amanita
glowing promise
on a forest floor.
She rests easy now
on her laurels
won bright fame
for turning tricks
coming natural to one
whose long memory
danced naked in moonshine.
There's no longer
a dearth of warlocks
eager to couple;
they beckon now
from any street corner
and she does her thing
healing, flying
delivering tricks and treats.
c. 1979 Rita Rosenfeld
published in Mamashee, Spring 1979
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