Eek! I’m fixed on the fast-approaching end of October – only one more day of InkTober (sad face). I’m making a spell to staunch the month so that I can apply a bit of InkTober to the rest of the year. I’ve come to really love this daily word play. I’m thinking about ways to continue it in some form or maybe I’ll just look forward to next October for more InkTober Poetry. Ah, my tea has gone cold again, while I scratched at paper with my inky quill.
This is a recipe for a styptic powder:
Al-Zahrawi’s double needle stitch
Ashmole’s pierced side of a bull
Ortolf van Baierland’s black wine
his red powder his ground mumie
Hartnell’s mundane moment of everyday
an arrow whose shaft is still in place
to stem the flow of blood, Wound Man
to spare the jolting heart, Cupid
“Pound all that together
make a powder out of it
and keep it as needed.”
another kind of happiness 