Matt Caliri Poet Free verse

Witchcraft

Now here’s a tale spun with rattlesnakes
Stung into the eyes of motherless guilt
Now turn the head! Open the mouth!
For all to see, and so, too, that more shall fit!
The tainted vapors from our brew!
Breathe them, breathe them in!
And live like the hellhounds in our minds!

And then
In the morning you shall wake 
Returned, confused and dull
With nothing but a final sharp memory,
Like the wavering buoy in a black sea, 
Of the world bubbling and spilling from below.

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Michaela Payne March 29, 2009 at 2:33 PM ooh I like it, very dark and mysterious. I chose Alex's lemonade because it's a lemonade stand that raises money for kids with Leukemia. Great write. ~Michaela~

Carolyn Devonshire March 25, 2009 at 9:12 PM A bewitching brew of poetry you have concocted here, Matt!