Let me tell you why
A wizard's work is never done,
Why he vainly toils and sighs
With every trick he tries to turn
As eye of newt and tiger's tooth
Are powdered in his search for truth.
Cloistered in his crumbling tower,
Mumbling spells and words of power,
Rheumy eyes red and sore
Poring over ancient lore.
Alchemy practised, phials he fills,
Exhaustion resisted with iron will.
Such knowledge being sought is often elusive,
magical mysteries by nature exclusive,
hidden within higher vibrations,
shown only to those of purer intention.
Blind to this, he tries to penetrate
Sacred secrets held in state.
Ignoring gentle words of caution
from women guided by compassion
Misogynistic, definitely not altruistic,
Our sorcerer's on a fruitless endeavour
And all because he can't admit
Witches are just too damned clever!
Shireen Truitt is a British-born artist who lives and works in Arizona, channelling the Goddess in all her aspects through her artwork.