We hosted an Infernal Salon on Thursday morning at World Fantasy. I had a few false starts with my prompts, but I managed to squeeze this out by the very end of our 25 minute timer!
I don’t know what it means, or where it belongs, so it probably belongs to that glorious category of nonsense rhymes.
And, as we all know, all nonsense rhymes are really spells.
I think these were my prompts, but I can’t remember! The suits are right, anyway. (Also, I don’t know why they uploaded vertically. Weird!)
Remember, our Negocios Infernales campaign–which includes this deck of 70 oracular cards: la Baraja del Destino!–is running until Friday, November 10th! Check it out here: NegociosInfernales.com
Some Kind of Spell
by C. S. E. Cooney
October 26th, 2023
orrery oracle
candlelit coracle
needle and artery
glimmering thread
face in the solar flare
starry eyes everywhere
bloody tongue hungry
for uncanny bread
stitch me up, stitch me up
cut after glassy cut
how the world’s woefulness
salts every wound
map of uncharted sky
lift up your shadowed eyes
write on the silver wall
ink of the moon
sit on the opal shore
facing the golden door
eating the spoiled fruit
washed on the tide
nettle cloth, mermaid broth
prophecy every thought
pierced through, revealed
morning-dawn shy
C.S.E. Cooney 