Bittersweet — those wolfsbane words
(maybe, maybe not); aconitum.
sending venom through my veins.
In the first of circles — limboed,
I waited, stranded, numbed in the
Nightshade blessings, live or die?
Then you gave me antidote — yes
(at least a little while) and that
was more than thirty years ago.
But sometimes late at night I think
I sense the wolfsbane you once said
Today I host Poetics at dVerse and I invite you to use use the name of poisonous plants. Join me with your recipe and poem. The bar opens at 3PM CET as usual.
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January 23, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
It is a very mysterious, poisonous pen with which you scribe! I’m equal parts enchanted and corrupted by your verse.
^ That is a kick-ass comment. More feedback from her, please!
It is rare I comment on poetry. Usually I’m too busy scratching my head trying to make sense of it. That, and, who would dare critique another writer in this blogger realm? That narrow spyglass would so quickly veer back on the speaker and put her words to the dissection of myopic inspection.
I love the way “aconitum” becomes “achin’ item” to set up the subject of the poem. This is awesome! I can’t wait to write for this wicked good prompt.
“In the first of circles — limboed” … This is my favorite line.
And there’s no way your wife doesn’t want you anymore. You so crazy. 😉
Ah yes, poison can never fully seep out, can it?
I think there is always something left.
Bittersweet wolfsbane words – a truly poison pen, Bjorn! These lines are genius:
‘In the first of circles — limboed,
I waited, stranded, numbed in the
Nightshade blessings…’
and
‘…sometimes late at night I think
I sense the wolfsbane you once said’.
I think you need to offer one another a bunch of hemlock and make up 🙂
Coming up… it’s stewing and will soon be ready
🙂
Love the ‘wolfsbane words’ … there’s a phrase that could have some legs! Liking the switch of focus between the two stanzas and the kicker that leaves a question mark. Nice work.
Such a clever presentation of delightful phrases and poisons! I love it.
“I sense the wolfsbane you once said” — I LOVE this.
Rather ominous, this person that speaks to you with wolfsbane words…. be careful!
I read this as a person whose “maybe, maybe not” ambivalence kept you off-balance. Power over someone’s emotion can be poisonous in the wrong hands!
A wonderful, brooding poem
There are wolfbane moments in relationships, countered by the loving antidote–perhaps a glass of red as the sun goes down.
What a fascinating prompt … and you wrote to it with the requisite (where poison meets poetry) tantalizing tease of intrigue. Well done!
kaykuala
It is a blessing that antidotes are readily available as an immediate savior to mankind
Hank
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Words can be the most venomous of all!
Sounds almost like a semi-poisonous codependency at play. Intriguing work!
if only there was some handy antidote to poisonous words
words akin to poison, bittersweet strong on the tongue even after many years. brilliant analogy.