Only imaginary - - I dont really do these things....

Casting a Spell.

I begin by incanting a name, then I veil
It in opaque charm-filled haze, disarm
Any make-believe nonsense by assailing
It in bewitching love, and if I harmlessly
Mutter a covert spell then he will appear.
Eclipsed at first by mist, but soon unmasked,
As my own soul-mate, who, impressed clearly
With my sage sorcery, will yearn the faster
To unmask me too, and as the mirage fades,
I may feel his thoughts, spell weaving cements
Mystique, and he will speak love, as it invades
His psyche, fascination will draw out invention
Of more clandestine contact, this moonshine
Of magic spins tales even taller than mine.

Alison Cassidy
You spin your tale (or is it tail?) with all the poetic skill and imaginative abundance of Lady Macbeth and her witches. 'By the pricking of my thumbs, something' (brilliant) 'this way comes'. Superb bit of fun - and so well delivered. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Mike
Beautiful fantasy...

sonetta
ha-ha...i think you do it every time you write a poem!!;)

Sandra Martyres
Sounds less treacherous than Macbeth's witches...I am betwitched too!!! Love the ending

erik99
The hidden rhymes (veil/assailing; charm/disarm/harmlessly; eclipsed/mist; faster/unmask) show that this charming (!), apparently free-style poem is in fact a carefully worked specimen. The tongue-in-cheek ending sets it off beautifully.

heterodynemind
Oooh oooh oooh, Fay! You've accidentally bewitched me too here. Have you a spell reversal handy? No? Well, I guess I will just have to stay in this delicious landscape of witchery and tomfoolery forever. The language in here is so smooth and precise. The best spells aren't wishy-washy but elegant and regal such as this one! (may I suggest a few cat hairs, as a potency enhancer?)