Author: L.B. Sedlacek

All the latest potions and spells
must be floating along in
there along with directions
through time, instructions on
how to fly and all the usual
recipes for frogs and princes
or peas and princesses.
The eyes blink drinking in
a knight’s sleeping habits, his
horse’s gait. The
brow furrows at thoughts of
castle blueprints, love potions
and how to earn points to
sit at the head of any table:
round, square or imaginary.
Mist rising, he is too
swift to even let me take one peek.

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First published in “Tales of the Talisman