Jocasta Stoneburner and the Sorcerers of Sheboygan

The sorcerers of Sheboygan

have let slip their relentless self-discipline;

have set aside the foreign resins and

mystical essences which fill their toolchests

and spiraled down from their towers

to harass the valley.

Centuries of stolid study

now give way to eager deviance

as they scurry down the secret paths

to go full-on symbolic with

Jocasta Stoneburner the pro bono courtesan

and her troupe of exuberant pupils.

The sorcerers' pouches bulge with ephemeral gems

for hucksters and such, but for Jocasta

and her inquisitive minions, they've gifts:

gaudy baubles and myriad doodads imbued with

dancing phantasms, elixirs and illusions,

perfumes and potions and endless bedazzlement.

They've learned to touch the world lightly;

to slip in a bit of serendipity for

a beneficial butterfly effect;

too heavy a hand will jostle awake

the Tiny Frightened People, who'll

make all manner of torch-and-pitchfork mayhem.

Ah, but this was a week to bull and jam,

a week to do seven days' work in six

then shut it all down for an evening

to cut loose and savor slippery rewards

and dervish delirium with the

enthusiastic Jocasta and crew.

So down they dash--let sleepers snooze!

Let the dour glower! Tonight is for satin and

sable and leather! For smoke and sandalwood and musk!

For savory and sweet and sharply tart!

The sorcerers of Sheboygan come now

to indulge their urges and revel in the sensual!