Potion Of Unspoken Emotion

By Rashad Booker

In the warm light of her kitchen, she stirs the pot of forgotten dreams spices swirling like 

thoughts she dares bot to season with words. Her fingers dance on porcelain counters casting

 shadows of magic, yet her heart is a heavy stone, tethered by fears she cannot sever.

He, with wings of earth, darkness, and light walks softly through her stormy skies of emotions 

unaware of what the temptress is brewing. The flickering flame of unspoken affection

Masked behind salt and flour dusted smiles.

Every harsh word is a spell cast, each agreement a potion gone wrong and he the angel stood to 

close, now in bondage by the magical chains she tried hiding from his love. She retreats once her 

devious acts were exposed she really meant no harm but she couldn’t risk her true love for an 

angel to be revealed.

Now he sees her as the villain she chooses to project instead of the angelic being she could of

   Been, so now he must move away with memories of truths never spoken and actions ending 

With pain of regret. Had she whispered through the noise, told him of a love she buried deep 

within, instead of chasing him into the distance, now she only sees a ghost of what should be.

In her kitchen, the spices settle and the kettle’s whistle calls to her silence, the air is heavy with 

longing for the earth angel she never claimed, thoughts echoing in the halls of memory. 

a symphony of all word unspoken a warmth she shrank from, now a chill she cannot escape or 

drink til numb.

By Rashad Booker