become the old forest god with light in its seven pupilless eyes and shadows of long-gone animals playing around its flower-crowned coat that you always wished to be abducted by as a child
Stir three times clockwise to make it so And three times anticlockwise to undo it Says one old woman, her gnarled hands wrapped Tight around china so thin the color of the tea Can be seen through its curve, red in an eggshell Grandma snorts, stirring her cream into Tea the color of the storm clouds outside I sip my hot milk and honey and listen As they argue magick and tea, what is and is not so Grandma says you do not read the leaves You read the person, and the leaves will match And her friend, the shadow of a red hat over her eyes Says of course you read the leaves The leaves and the lines and the cards and the candle flame And then they chuckle And share the last scone - From Dandelion Roots and Moonshine, by Melissa Akiima Eggstaff