Home » Poems » Clive Culverhouse » The Witches Grail

The Witches Grail

marred this mead of honeyed brew yet flaxen still thy rotten spike and spoil it so inedible but haste unto her charge, she will and grail be this austere cup to carry off ignobleness and watch it drain through gullet of a wrongsome hound, the cad, it must and mete thy charm, ye witches grail

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 10/4/2024 6:55:00 AM

Hello Clive, your poem beautifully captures life's fleeting nature in the month of October—so apropos! I liked how your maple becomes a poignant symbol of your journey. Your artistic words ink a stark, bittersweet portrait of your final days. Autumn Blessings, My Friend, Daniel

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 10/4/2024 7:26:00 AM

Thanks for reading Daniel

Hiya Sharma

Date: 10/2/2024 5:51:00 AM

Oh this is such a profound and exquisitely crafted poem, impeccable for this gothic season! Love the crispness of words here which deliver the meaning in a very concise yet dense manner.. "marred this mead of honeyed brew", "and mete thy charm, ye witches grail" Your diction and the use of language is absolutely phenomenal! Brilliantly crafted ~

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 10/2/2024 5:58:00 AM

Hello Hiya, thank you for your very kind words, I wanted it to have an old world feel to it plus sound a little Wicca ish although Wiccans wouldn't advocate doing harm to a wrongsome hound or cad or anyone, so it's more poetic licence than Wiccan belief. Thanks for reading.