Colleen Avelli, author

 

 

Together, Colleen, celticscribe and fellow poet, willowdown, have penned a collection of poetic verse melding the everyday with the otherworldly.  A Spell Too Far invites readers to glimpse into the wisps of dreams and to peer into the haunts of nightmares. Whether told from the eyes of a child or that of the Ancients, the poems bound here speak to us all.  

  

 

 

“Blow away life’s troubles like the down of a dandelion and fall under the enchantment of poetry. With a mystical flair, these two poets entwine their works like the twisting strands of a Celtic knot. A Spell Too Far is an enchantment to wish for.”

                                              -Heather Froeschl, author/columnist

                                 

 I  LOVE the mystical quality of the poems. Surrealistic images are conjured up by each descriptive line. Like a rollercoaster, each line pulls you further into the story and agreeably you continue along, feeling both excitement and fear. I was left gasping for breath after I read it...    

                              - Y.S., artist

Moving, magical and terrible.  A rollercoaster ride from start to finish.

                              - J.,  musician

 

A snippet of the collection's signature poem:

 

A spell too far

 

 Amidst the dark of forest glen

A maid appeared with eyes of when

Upon her face the light it held

A crescent moon in blue was melt

With fairy hands from tunic fell

A pouch of herbs to cast the spell.

 

Vervain and Artemisia,
Wolfsbane and Helleborus,
a potion no man or changling might resist.
Grinding them in a moonstone mortar
she threw back her pale throat and howled,
an eldritch cry that many might fear
but called across the twilit woods
to one this sorceress held dear...

On a phantom wind it veered,
zig and zag between the trees,
syllables of outre lore
borne on dusk’s crepuscular breeze,
words of learning and desire
sent to snare a far-off heart.

 

Piercing the stillness her cry swept the forest,

a poison tipped sword searching for its mark.

abri munici felake hugio 

setate mufigi jugate ducae.

her call reverberated and stabbed,

cutting down all in its path as it traveled to reach its target.

slicing limbs from trunks,

uprooting saplings from its earth,

tearing flesh from bones,

her desire was unleashed,

and its potency, unrivaled.

her cry would find his ears

and he would come to her.

 

 ©2007