Macbeth Spell

• Alice Sayde, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

Round and round the cauldron we go,
With our withered sticks we make the potion flow,
With the finger of a sailor that cheated on his wife,
The remains of the old Thane of Fife,
And the heart of a wild dog,
Who ate its master in one gulp.
Bubble, bubble toil and trouble,
Come out our masters,
For Macbeth is near.
Put in the essence of the moon,
Taken during the strongest eclipse,
The heart of a sunken shark,
And the blood of the black cat that lived with a Salem witch.
The eye of a man that called us ugly hags,
And the fingernail of a naughty little lad.
Stir, stir mix and turn,
Come out our masters,
Macbeth is here!!!