PINK MAGIC

The gold flames dart.
        I shall burn a pink rose,
a black hen’s tiny feather
        and a human heart.

I shall never poison,
            I shall never murder,
this heart has no owner,
            it’s only mine.

 No dove’s gore in a bowl,
           my magic isn’t cruel,
into the witch’s stew
            I’ll toss my own soul.

(1924)