Spell for a widow-maker

Snag turned deadfall,
dread widow-maker with
your fag-ends caught
in the crotch of a living tree,
hold fast while the chainsaw
gnaws through your limb,
don’t pinch the bar in your haste
to get free, but as soon as
the uppercut meets the undercut,
drop straight, don’t twist
or kick. Sink into the soft
mulch of your many autumns,
the bed you made for just
this final fall.

7 Replies to “Spell for a widow-maker”

  1. Excellent. ‘…but as soon as
    the uppercut meets the undercut,
    drop straight, don’t twist
    or kick. Sink into the soft
    mulch of your many autumns…’
    Lovely use of language.

  2. Lovely! That’s what I had to say too!

    I have to say the “fag-ends caught in the crotch” threw me far afield. Do they say “fag-end” in PA?

    I like the hexing action too. I always forget to hex.

  3. Thanks for the comments.

    Do they say “fag-end� in PA?

    HELL, no!
    But then, most people don’t say spells, either. The thing with spells and charms is you have to use deliberately strange or obscure language. It’s a power thing, same as with bureaucratese.

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