A witch's brew
when spirits stir
within the candle's glow
the dew is crystalline;
(bubble, bubble, toil and trouble)
I carry bloody knives for Mother
Untender these leaden skies
hides the tiny stars,
poison drips from the long thread
she weaves
while the brew boils
fell beasts rise and roar
at the end of their tether
out upon the wide moor.
Now that the Captain has died,
the pilot gone blind
who will steer the Liberty ship
through heavy seas
the thread becomes a sieve
dripping tears,
the concierge is condescending,
the coxswain says,
"It is not for my mistakes
that I weep."
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Written October 29th, 2004
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Shakespeare meets Eliott? Again, it is difficult to follow the previous comments in like vein. It was an arresting write and I am going to add you to my favourites- I am reading quality here.
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Since I was born in October, this one caught my wandering eye as it scrutinized your poem list. Nice that it did, too. I like to fancy myself the one with the thread for no reason other than I am morbid. Maybe?
But Lute caught my attention here. He did. He did. Saying Shakespeare in parentheses and swaying me just the point of sea sickness and letting me in on what, to me, are just things that are terrible beauties in the leaves.
I have rambled. I will leave now. -
oh good good good look you said "dew" dew is one of my best words at the moment and for quite ages really. i love that word loads. poem thingy sounds like giving birth on a dirty ship. disturbing but magical i think. coxswain sounds like a farmyard word.
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Well this is orange and purple. They might be opposites on the color wheel I'd have to check. It is Halloweeny, kind of. The best place to feel toil toil bubble stuff is Salem, Massachusetts where the witch trials were held and everyone had names like Mercy, Deliverance, Patience (which is what I wanted to name Hannah), Thankful and stuff like that. It's spooky there but beautiful on the sea and the House of Seven Gables is there where Nathaniel Hawthorns brother is buried. You know, The Crucible and all that stuff. I try to go every October but didn't make it this year for some reason. You can actually take a part in an interactive play about the trials - like get arrested on the street and stuff and be in the jury.
Anyway, also, yes there is some Norman Bates roaming around up there too. Mother. She's where .. in the Madwoman place. I don't remember the name of that one right this minute.
But also, some of that sci-fi stuff with the captain and coxswain and pilot stuff. It's deep and murky like the sea at it's darkest depths of Unknowing. Liberty is a nice word I think I would have named Hannah Liberty as well then called her Libby. She seems on my mind today.
Yes. It's good to have you back.
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This is a little bit spooky but mostly creepy, carrying the bloody knives for Mother kinda reminds me of Norman Bates in the first Psycho, the good one and not those cheesy sequals although I did enjoy the second somewhat, or was it the third? I forget now but it was one of them. It's also kinda sad but I don't think that has anything to do with the Captain dying, perhaps the pilot gone blind.
What's a coxwain? Oh and the second to the last stanza ya got a little typo there. First line. Hasd should be has or had? Go fix it.
Desiree -
oooh, sad sad sad sad sad...yes...to me it is. No giggles from UB...no humor found (unless, of course, i am missing it...but i do not think so). And, maybe it is not sad at all...maybe that is me just not reading it right...but...at the very least...it left me with a feeling of sadness. Like someone being dangled on the end of a thread held by another...feeling somehow lost "at sea." Yeah, i am the queen of making up my own interesting interpretations...i feel this piece left it wide open for that...so i enjoyed it...because i like to leave with my own sense of what something might be.
UB
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Again ... MOTHER! Oh Lute! Now why ... Mother? This maternalistic references just make me shudder ...
Myra -
Hey spooky mister wit da creepy hallowed poem and such. Oh, you gots an extra letter in the line "Now that the captain has(d) died", yous wants to get rid of that extra d i'm sure. Sos, anywho, Happy Pumpkin-King day. L8R
---- to lay on your vampire coffin
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