The Vexing Hexers by Paula
Gail Benson
Fostered by starkness
Producing rage.
If fury rises to the
surface,
Generated by an internal
purpose
An impending eruption is difficult
to gauge.
When
my garden was invaded
My
anger was abated
By an
infant given to me.
I
hid her in a tower
Hoping
to keep her in my power
But
our seclusion was not to be.
I lingered
in the depths of the ocean,
Plotting
with minions and potions,
Waiting
‘til the mermaid sought my spell.
But,
magic comes with a price,
And mine wasn’t so nice,
Depending
on the story you tell.
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Paula Gail Benson, all rights reserved
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