Month: October 2021

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Flutters from Heaven

 

As I searched for seaglass this morning, I was reminded of my mother’s love of angel wings, shells joined together in the shape of wings. “No way,” I thought when I hoped to find a pair, because the rocks would have crushed them. But how wonderful would it be to have a hello from Mom in heaven?! Then I stepped down onto the shore of White Wharf, and there she spoke! She was listening…..

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Rockport Walk

 

Rockport Walk 

early morning walk

in Rockport, Massachusetts 
streets of Bearskin Neck
waves crash on sea wall
breakfasting gulls skim the surf
sunrise fish morsels 
lobster fisherman
revving up Amie’s engine 
moored at Tuna Wharf
coastal New England
autumn splendor holds such charms
travelers revel 
 


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Witch Pranks

 

Witch Pranks

When a witch at night goes 

walking with a witch, at times 
a black cat will appear and a
witch will pretend not to know. A witch 
will try not to cackle but will 
turn her head to not seem 
suddenly to be privy to pranks
and in looking serious will struggle to pretend she’s at peace against truth. 
To keep her promise to an elder, she’ll 
look at her own shadow, unknown 
at dark, an image she’ll force into something lionish in appearance, stronger than 
very evil spells, a prank funnier than a small cat in a window, then reveal herself! 
A triple golden shovel poem using three vertical lines from Elizabeth Willis’s “The Witch”


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The Spell Shelf

 

The Spell Shelf 

An injustice causes an 

unrepentant wife to use overwhelming 
witch potions as a power that 
may cripple a cheater, compels her to 
be in control of her 
“converted” husband, to treat him 
with his own golden rule, to take 
a voodoo stab at “something 
little,” then heft a blow from a 
lead pipe and hold a lit match 
in dead places once rich with desire… 
the Foster’s Effect of a man’s roving  
eye are punished from the spell shelf…
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Frog Tea

 


Frog Tea 

A double golden shovel poem using two vertically written lines from Elizabeth Willis’s “The Witch”
A fellow traveler and I visited a 
witch to have frog tea… I 
will tell you the oracles we heard:
gaze at a past of 
wistfully longing but a future 
at taking your poor outlook to 
the dump. Become a woman of 
glitter by changing the present 
of today. A woman herself makes 
a difference by looking into a 
clear yellow owl’s eye on a dark 
night. Never trust a pigeon.
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Knots


Knots 


If her mate is a bore she takes 

her potions and a witch finds her husband. She may regret it when he 
dies (and it won’t be difficult to pretend
“unexpectedly”) as he is burned to ashes 
She heads for Salem to overcome “grief” 
may speak against tying the knot and refuse her own knots of sadness 
to be justified in death of love, never again 
marry, and take a peek at the memories of his sad marriage and at last call her 
brother before bed to start a new war. 
A triple Golden Shovel poem using three lines from “The Witch” by Elizabeth Willis 
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Uncovenly



Uncovenly 


the uncovenly witch conspires with the devil as her soul’s ointment–  she 

does not socialize on full moons, does 

not stir the cauldron or 

speak to (or back at) others, 

to preserve her silent will; 
a moral will allow a 
witch the choice to ignore you but 
he – the devil – says to speak 
only to those who fly high as he 
moves stoically through hell, gnashing 
his teeth on the wagging 
tongue of the air
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Don’t Buy Cheap Witchpowder

 

Don’t Buy Cheap Witchpowder

a mortal’s attempted enchanting of a 
witch with Walmart witchpowder 
can (or may) boomerang a toxic 
charm and be lethal snake’s 
milk in a hidden fang 
from a witch’s tooth in a deathly smile, 
an incantation of a venomous backfiring – like an ax in a girl’s back, its bloody
handle swathed in golden locks of hair

A Double Golden Shovel poem using two vertical lines from Elizabeth Willis’s “The Witch” 
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The Conductor

 

The Conductor 

In taking a girls’ trip, even 

Hollywood stars can’t catch our eyes
the way the fastest broom sweeps the
sky, conducting howling dogs. She
is in her element, she who cannot be
made to bend, who can catch a beam
of moonlight spiked from a 
tin roof faster than a witch-hare.

Double Golden Shovel using two lines from “The Witch” by Elizabeth Willis