Jam Jar Potions
Jam‑jar potions from roses and rain water made
their secrets spill, as colours mute and fade.
Today green rice and incense, breathe slow,
gold coins murmur things I half‑remember, half‑know.
I stir abundance, or memory, or some unnamed blend,
a ritual begun in childhood I'll never wanted to end.
The red bowl glows faintly with what I cannot quite trace,
a spell, a wish, a girlhood echo taking up its place.
