Sunday #Poetry: Three Witches, from Macbeth

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux Three Witches – Macbeth ~ William Shakespeare A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.                 Enter the three Witches. 1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.        2 WITCH. Thrice and once, theContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Three Witches, from Macbeth”

Sunday #Poetry: The Witch

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “The Witch” Mary Elizabeth Coleridge I have walked a great while over the snow, And I am not tall nor strong. My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set, And the way was hard and long. I have wandered over the fruitful earth, But IContinue reading “Sunday #Poetry: The Witch”

Sunday #Poetry: Smoke

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Smoke” ~ Erica Jong Smoke, it is all smoke in the throat of eternity. For centuries, the air was full of witches Whistling up chimneys on their spiky brooms cackling or singing more sweetly than Circe, as they flew over rooftops blessing & cursing their kind.Continue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Smoke”

Sunday #Poetry: Witch Wife

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Witch-Wife” Edna St. Vincent Millay SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me!Continue reading “Sunday #Poetry: Witch Wife”