A Spell Too Far

tastes of iron and Titan's spire.

Green blood is sweet and bitter

honey mingled with metal and salt.

But cool and limpid is the blood of my love,

sapphire-blue, as fragrant as violets beneath the silver Moon-

I bit your lip and tasted stars.

Together, celticscribe and willowdown have penned a collection of verse melding the everyday with the otherworldly. A Spell Too Far invites readers to glimpse the wisps of dreams and to peer into the haunts of nightmares. Whether told from the eyes of a child or that of the ancients, the poems bound here speak to us all.

A rollercoaster of words and images... moving and magical, tender and terrible.
-Frank Dobson, Musician