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A Wtich's Knot
Does the bitter blood
soaked through this towel
excite you?
I smell your lust
and its cologne is a cliff
facing the unknown.
Angels are said to
drink inked dreams.
But I must protect my
dreams
(I have so
few). Hence
The towel,
the cliff,
the blood an aching lull.
It is finished
this spell
a clotted vessel
in a witch’s knot
swims gently on.
soaked through this towel
excite you?
I smell your lust
and its cologne is a cliff
facing the unknown.
Angels are said to
drink inked dreams.
But I must protect my
dreams
(I have so
few). Hence
The towel,
the cliff,
the blood an aching lull.
It is finished
this spell
a clotted vessel
in a witch’s knot
swims gently on.
Published 18th Jan 2010
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Anonymous
18th Jan 2010 4:47am
Stark and powerful poem. The opening image is a beauty, and it resonates with so much dark force. I am, once again, in awe of your metaphorical imagery.
18th Jan 2010 1:36pm
...as Jack as commented. Words like clever, cryptic and evocative all fit to describe this piece leaving me with the feeling that I have been thrilled - almost mysteriously.
18th Jan 2010 2:12pm
