Which

Wrapped in the shallow shade

of cattails, the still silence 

of an unfamiliar host, 

the ears begin to imagine

a language unlike any the tongue

has ever slithered through:

you listen to see

what she will reveal, 

if her slow lapping mew

is the curse of pleasure or 

the misinterpreted brush of 

being basted: you know which

you wish, which 

witch you came in search of.

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

I've read this one about 6 or 7 times now, starting about 6 hours ago or so. It is wonderfully crafted but I think I kept trying to find something that isn't there nor was intended to be. The language and the play of words is terrific and that is enough.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks Winston. the play was fun to craft. like you i kept running through it thinking IF. only one word i am still considering an edit to. perhaps along in place of through

[Red Brick Keshner]

The she adjacent to misinterpreted brush and no less than a basting! All has been said and more need be of the her that we approach as well as the poetry. Which-ness an witchery all bewitching contorting the inner parts of thee! Been there, still there and always done in.

[Perdition]

Ah, well be it fate, life, love, illness, wellness, understanding, the last hope of a certain kind ...etc the point sails home regardless~ Here is where that rumble meets the gravelly road. The "shallow layer" and "shade" as you put it. The first line of the "cattails" echoed by the later "mew" was a clever touch. What is it about the every present "she" in poetry? Love the double entendre of the title as well.." the ears begin to imagine a language unlike any." Smooth ken..all too smooth~ As always~

[Ken e Bujold]

thank you good sir. glad to see you caught the various word plays, and read them for what they are