Mabs water from the holy well
Drawn at moonrise..starts the spell
Two rings of iron…one twig of oak
All twined, woodbine, holly bright,
With mistletoe…all reaped at night
That one dried bone of skeletal toad,
Which, cast in water…swims upstream
A snail dried on a blackthorn spike with
Small birds stolen from the shrike
In a kettle boiled, which gave no steam
with crumbs of Christ in sacral wine…
Three sips of that…and she’ll be mine!