summoning the wenches

summoning the wenches

shuffling May

a mended blue fan

Lucy an old copper kettle

each sorceress a phantom pet

dignified round the cauldron go

deportment of serpents in a foundry

wet the boughs and dip the coals

this side the jonquil bed glow

when the wind is right

–when the wind is wrong

mean guerilla breezes

smell hurt yellow

 

Found Poem made from phrases in Chapter Thirty

Andersonville, by MacKinlay Cantor