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.
January 23, 2018