INCANTATION FOR AN INCONSTANT LOVER

On a windy hill, away from town,

I'll boil him in a caldron

and stir him with a stick.

Or freeze him in a block of ice,

then hit him with a pick,

or maybe in a frying pan

to scramble like an egg,

then laugh as only witches can 
who pull your broken leg.

© 2010 Charlotte Merrill Jensen