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Month of Poetry (Cauldron)
I am a Dickensian werewolf, the pride of London.
I am the fog burning off the barrow downs,
a quickening mist scattered away by unseen hands.
I am Saturn dreaming of Mercury; I am silence. I listen.
I am velvet berry, dappled and draped on your
lips, soft like crinoline and crushed against your feet.
I make my home beside the River Thames, whose water
I have never breathed, whose eyes I have never seen.
Her muddy delirium is the stock of my cauldron.
I am blackest night; I hold nothing so dear I won’t devour it.
I am the absence of any false gods and the reminder
that fate is a long, slow arc bending toward strange lands.
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I am cedarwood and sanded stone, a gem from the Underground.
I am a diamond mine, unable to give up on my creations.
I am a child, playing potion-making during holiday sleepovers.
I speak the words three times and stir and stir. I never stop.
“All of this and more, all of this and more — all of this and more,”
I am a student of your witchery; I study it to know you better.
It’s October and that means that KG is kicking off a month of poetry today. As my good friend Amy Lee said “Remember, the whole point of Poe-tober is not to churn out verse but to immerse ourselves in poetry. What a beautiful endeavor…”
I couldn’t agree more.
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Thank you to Growl Publication for hosting this party. Thank you for reading!
