You Are The Cauldron

You’ve taken yourself, the cauldron

You’ve poured in spine of stress

Spleen of doubt, eye of suspicion

And let it simmer

And simmer

And simmer

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You’ve cut out the tongue of communication

Dripped in dragons loneliness

Ground to a pulp tenderness

And let it simmer

And simmer

And simmer.

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You’ve taken yourself, the cauldron

Carefully added bitter words

Twisted memories and spite

And let it simmer

And simmer

And simmer.

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Mind you, I was the Witch that stirred the spoon.

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This poem is copywritten and was read at Write Out Loud Aug 2009