"Bell Book and Candle" For the Halloween ~ A Little Drabble do Ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

A double drabble in keeping with the holiday. Inspired by the poem "Bell Book and Candle" by a local poet, Norman Ross:

There is some magic binds me to your eyes-Witchcraft, born of Sorcery and Guile; And yet they look so innocent all the while, A necromantic, star-bright blue surprise! Did Merlin out of Camelot devise the runic incantation of your smile? Is Circe's song one half so volatile, enchanting, or bewitching as your sighs?There's wizardry in sunlight on your hair; and conjury in the curving of your breast; You walk and create music everywhere to cast a spell and leave my heart possessed. For when you're near, like alchemists of old, You turn my life's base metal into gold.

Napoleon Solo sat waiting in a rich velvet chair, reciting to his platinum blonde companion, words befitting the season as it was All Hallows Eve.

“Darling, you wax poetic this evening. I simply adore Halloween as it’s my kind of day; delicious costumes, bats, werewolves, vampires….mmmm yes spiders.”

“Did you have to bring up spiders Angelique? I’m still crushed you tried to kill me with one.”

“Napoleon dearest, I knew that insipid Russian would find it in time,” she ran a blood red fingernail along his chin line. “If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead. Now can we please go? I don’t want to miss the costume ball.”

Solo stood with a flourish, whipping his red satin-lined cape into place. “Shall we?” He offered her his arm.

“Please tell me Kuryakin won’t be there? Can’t we have an evening off from his presence?”

“Well he and I have this standing agreement; we watch each others backs.”

Angelique gave a sarcastic click of the tongue. “You’re soooo trusting darling.”

“With you my dear, only to a point. Now shall we...don’t want to miss the ‘witching hour’ do we?”

Nearby, Kuryakin listened, giving an obligatory roll of the eyes...

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

It must be so frustrating for Angelique to know that the 'insipid Russian' is always there. Nice tale.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

She must be the only woman who thinks Illya Kuryakin is insipid while the rest of us are drooling.

Thanks!

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

What a nice scene.

I hope Illya got an easy evening, and Napoleon repaid the favour, somehow. Two tickets to a Russian opera, perhaps?

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

don't know about repayment as it's something they just do for each other. thanks for commenting!

[(Anonymous)]

Good to see my poem printed elsewhere. Norman Ross

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Oh wow! Thank you for giving me such a wonderful inspiration!

Norman Ross

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you for using my poem in your double drabble. I've a lot more in my sonnet sequence

Re: Norman Ross

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Wow, thank you! It was a wonderful inspiration for my story. I saw in your bio that you were born in Long Branch, not far from where I live. Which is why I referred to you as a local poet. I definitely plan to read more of your works!