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
Your poem brings memories with smells of repugnant foul tastes to my mind.
ReplyDeleteHi Susan--that is probably a good thing given the piece!
DeleteMy comment above was not meant as anything bad to the poet as I truly love Audrey's work.
ReplyDeletenice...i rather like the bite...its like finding the best parts and picking them out..
ReplyDeleteat least then you can share them in words eh? smiles.
always smiling! Thank you!
DeleteYou have done a fantastic job with few words of initiating all kinds of reactions from the body/mind/body. Very, very cool!
ReplyDeleteHi Liz--thank you and hope you are well!
DeleteI can smell it from here and my nose contracts.....good to see something new from you my friend. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bill--its good to think about poetry again!
DeleteI like this line: i find those which bite when I inhale them
ReplyDeleteShort & crisp ~
Thanks Grace! Hope you are well!
DeleteThere something mysterious a brewing! Loved this!
ReplyDeleteI know JUST what you mean!!
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