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Witch's Brew (Free verse) by ecargo

Witches' thimble spiked to quake the heart, glossy, noxious clumps of fool’s parsley, house leek to turn lightning and ill luck: These let my borders be. No lilac wrung for love; wrench rosemary from the ground. Let nightshade choke the roses warded by thicket and thorn. I’ll prowl the edges, tethered, a morning glory stranglehold twining and binding the florid border, hoarding my anger, bitter as hemlock, black as a drowning pool, twisted crabapple crone, brewing and stirring my rage all alone.

Ranger 20-Feb-06/8:10 AM
Man I love this.




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