Brew

Count steps
Out of the shadow,
The better to absorb
This heat.
Witches’ stew,
Queen Anne’s lace
For the green.

With ears,
With hands,
With feet,
With eyes —
There is always
Something to harvest:

Passing wheels,
Meetings beneath water,
Shaking gypsy hips,
Strong string hands,
His minstrel lips
And words
To bring others
Into the fold.

Wooden spoon stirs.
Now add:
Sweet sweat,
Skin brown,
Skin pink,
Skin speckled
By sun,
Cicada song,
Grasshopper,
Eroded bone,
Blue eye sting,
Silk in the air —
All for the copper pot.

Be the water,
And the walker
And the healing heat
Of high summer,
Waking leaf wind
And a spice on it
Of seasons to come.

Be seeds fanned,
Seeds feathered,
Seeds furred
And flamed.
Checking the view,
A place for roots.

Find and collect them —
Messages
From unknown foe and friend,
Companions new and native,
Strong eye, dark arm.

Take sharpened steel,
Gather it
And gather it,
Pull strings to tighten
And keep it close.
Save it for
Smoke and salve.

Cook it down.
Cull the clues
And place them —
Feathers for the forgetting.
In a season,
It will serve.

Finally it feels like I’m capturing what I meant, after a coupla weeks of rambling around it.

Shared for the one-year anniversary of Open Link Night at the Pub. Check it out here. Hoist a drink, friend. And cheers!

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About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

10 responses to “Brew”

  1. cloudfactor5 says :

    I enjoyed this witchy poem, great ending !!

  2. brian miller says :

    nice…great job sticking with it until you got it where you want it…it is a really cool rip…i like the blend of things you put in…great cadence too…that stanza of all things for the picking has a bit of menace that is enchanting…

  3. Nara Malone says :

    Love the earthy wisdom in your words. It flows beautifully, full of wonderful images. Love those “be” stanzas.

  4. Beth Winter says :

    Mmm… summer stew written by one who knows the value of using all the senses in order to taste the flavors that the season offers.

  5. Shawn says :

    This is a brew I would love to taste, until it is gone! I loved how you stirred them all together in the copper pot. Now only if would rain a little, all would be good. Nicely done!

  6. Chazinator says :

    I really enjoyed this, much like an incantation to concoct happiness or something to cure the blues. The sing-song of this makes it really charming. Loved it!

  7. flipside records says :

    Whew, love these:

    “There is always
    Something to harvest:
    Passing wheels,
    Meetings beneath water,
    Shaking gypsy hips,
    Strong string hands,
    His minstrel lips
    And words”

    “Eroded bone,
    Blue eye sting”

    “Pull strings to tighten
    And keep it close.
    Save it for
    Smoke and salve.”

    “Feathers for the forgetting.
    In a season,
    It will serve.”

    This is super cool.

  8. skyraftwanderer says :

    Just love how this reads. It has a wonderful flow to it.

  9. ayala says :

    A cool write !

  10. Emily says :

    Thank you, all, for your kind words.

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