Endearing Limericks about the Muse
Wholesome Limericks about Unity
Twenty-first century humans have a healthy skepticism toward those things that can’t be proven through objective verification. But there are those of us with more poetic sensibilities who, rightly or wrongly, see through the valance of scientific certainty and into more esoteric realms.
The following series of limericks about magic and witchcraft recalls another era, a different worldview, informed by secret mysteries and supernatural intuition. From Ancient Egypt to 19th century Theosophists to modern-day consumers of magic mushrooms, you can find a rich legacy of wisdom seekers attempting to lift the veil between the worlds. And according to their accounts, a dedicated handful of them actually succeeded in doing so.
I cannot attest to the efficacy of these magic rituals, but I have all respect for their attempts to break on through to the other side. Whether they stand up to scientific scrutiny is no concern of mine. Phenomenologically speaking, the truth is in the experience, and the experience is real. So stir your cauldron, chant your spell, and have fun trick-or-treating as the spirits come out to play.
The Blinding One
The hero arrives as the prophets defined him
Magicians and monarchs would all like to find him
A man of the cloth
A student of Thoth
He walks on the light with the darkness behind him
Gift of the Magi
Blessings to Hekate, all three of her faces
She rules from afar, to those hard-to-reach places
Succumb to her charm
She’ll do you no harm
Give thanks to the goddess and garner her graces
Witches and Warlocks
Successors of Solomon, wiser than wise
Guided by motions of stars in the skies
Restoring our powers
Through forests and flowers
With spells on our lips and a gleam in our eyes
The Magi
Suspending your reason disarm your suspicion
And trust in the ways of the hermit physician
To make the connection
From earth to perfection
By waving the wand of the master magician
Turn About
Spirits departed returning with reticence
Swallowing sickness and mixing up medicines
Deadwood of winter
All spun into splinters
With shadows in churchyards revolving in widdershins
Prima Materia
Because the philosophers’ mysteries found me
The cycles of nature began to astound me
When something debased
Returns from the waste
The everyday alchemy circles around me
Carrion Luggage
The wisdom of vultures, beyond what we think
Consuming nutrition from corpses that stink
Just see how they’re fed
On that which is dead
To prove that the cycle of life is in sync
Here’s one more limerick about a witch I once knew personally. At least I’m pretty sure she was a witch.
Every Witch Way
There once was a sorceress Jezebel
Whose fortress was nearly impregnable
Her ribbons and bells
And powerful spells
Could render a man inexpressible
Further Reading
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