--William Wordsworth
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BREWING WORDS
They brew in cauldrons; eye of newt and ear of bats,
Smoldering breath of flying dragon and mermaid's tears,
Colours of sunset rise in steam of ladles stirred,
And diaphanous patterns of spider's dreams spook forth
Such is the concoction of voiceless words echoed
Like psalms from a weeping prophet's beard long told
To lament a wicked dread of worlds, its sweetness
Long forgotten in heaving maidens breast, behest of love.
The angst of a poet's mind where everything already exist.
BREWING WORDS © gillena cox 2019
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Writing Poetry
Susan's Challenge: In a New poem, tell us Why Write Poetry? and/or What Is Poetry?
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