while you're ahead…

You know what I need? A re-boot. If my brain were a computer I would press the three magic keys ‘control/alt/delete’ and start again… I feel totally disconnected and vague. More than usual, anyway!

I wrote this post this morning and forgot to press ‘publish’, so it’s coming to you late. Does it matter? Do you care? Is there anybody out there?

I like to tie the poems I choose to whatever is going on in my head or in my life so this week because I just finished reading ‘The Tempest’, by William Shakespeare for my drama module AND we’re studying ‘magic language’ in another… you’re getting this little funny thing by the Bard himself.

Also, it made me laugh and I cannot cope with anything deeper.

Song of the Witches, by William Shakespeare

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good. 

And a witchy photo of me fits just fine!