I’ve got my magic back
Moon spells breathe out of my
mouth and exhale Medusa chants.
The black springs turn yellow,
petal pink, and green.
I left behind the rush and madness
from the old.
I’ve put on my high priestess robe.
Pomegranate juices drip down
my lips.
They open the seeds of
knowledge.
An altar of onions and fleur-de-lis
winds under my feet.
Lyrical songs sing
turning leaves, shaking the
branches of my hips.
My body is hotly possessed in
the Minerva temple.
Vanilla orchids cluster their nest
in my hair.
Producing Spain of blood, wine, and fire.
Nymphs of the forest tell me
your reflection is resurrect.
My heart flutters.
The ebony raven circles her ritual dialect.
You know my language,
my Astros, my heavenly body,
curves and all.
The prelude of my breath
awakens the sacred.
The verse of my rhythm wind
calls for the love spell
of my magic that
is back again.
© 2023 Leticia Alaniz
