A Very Mary Variation
Happy October! As we draw near to the night of all things spooky, today’s poem is inspired by the witches of Macbeth by Shakespeare and is a found poem I call a Mashed Potato poem, using rearranged and borrowed lines from the poems of Mary Oliver
The Witchery
while the dead wind rises
I kneel before the fire
stirring with a stick of iron
I’ll cook the leaves briefly
and eat of their mealiness
mostly frogs -but don’t worry-
it doesn’t have to be
the oaks and the pines
I am not even surprised that I can do this
the witchery of living –
a madness of delight; an obsession
my heart dresses in black and dances
Thank you, Mary, for these and all poems(in order of appearance):
“Winter at Herring Cove”
“Oxygen”
“Oxygen”
“Honey Locust”
“Honey Locust”
“Praying”
“When I Am Among the Trees”
“North Country”
“Franz Marc’s Blue Horses”
“To Begin With, the Sweet Grass”
“Wild, Wild”
“After Reading Lucretius, I go to the Pond”
Common Threads 