October 27th, 2013 → 8:51 am @ Lea // No Comments

“Round about the cauldron go;
In the poisoned entrails throw. —
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweltered venom, sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’th’ charmed pot.
   Double, double toil and trouble:
   Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron 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,…
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf;
Witches’ mummy; maw and gulf,
Of the ravined salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock, digged i’th’ dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew,
Slivered in the moon’s eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe,
Ditch-delivered by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab.”  – Macbeth

I was a witch last night for a Halloween party.  Mostly I chose to be a witch so my son (who is quite intrigued with witches right now) could also play with the toy hat and broom.  And sure enough, ever since he found the accessories in my closet the other day, he’s barely let them out of his sight…