Friday, January 10, 2014

A Brew of Words



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The Three Witches from Shakespeares Macbeth by Daniel Gardner, 1775. © National Portrait Gallery, London

Stirring vacuous words
within my pot
i find those which bite when I inhale them

pungency revisited


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014


13 comments:

  1. Your poem brings memories with smells of repugnant foul tastes to my mind.

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    1. Hi Susan--that is probably a good thing given the piece!

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  2. My comment above was not meant as anything bad to the poet as I truly love Audrey's work.

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  3. nice...i rather like the bite...its like finding the best parts and picking them out..
    at least then you can share them in words eh? smiles.

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  4. You have done a fantastic job with few words of initiating all kinds of reactions from the body/mind/body. Very, very cool!

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  5. I can smell it from here and my nose contracts.....good to see something new from you my friend. Well done.

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    1. Thanks Bill--its good to think about poetry again!

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  6. I like this line: i find those which bite when I inhale them

    Short & crisp ~

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  7. There something mysterious a brewing! Loved this!

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  8. I know JUST what you mean!!

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